“Ahhh.” Myka nodded when Sid explained her experience with magical burns, as well as her subsequent comment about keeping the exchange between the two of them until Ruli brings it up himself. “I’ve had the, ah, [i]pleasure[/i] of trying to interrogate him. From that first meeting, and all our other conversations, he does give the impression of being a secretive person. Not that I can blame him of course.” She shrugged, before introducing Sid to the rest of the other healers in the tent. [i]A less temperamental version of Elva, then,[/i] the pirate captain thought, watching Sid get right to work. [i]Or, Elva when she was younger.[/i] Myka had been around Wyverns long enough to have seen them change with age—as well as see what Time hadn’t been able to touch. Mostly the Wyvern temper. 

“Y’know, healers both fascinate and scare me,” she remarked at some point, grinning at Sid. “You’ve got a lot of incredible knowledge stored up in your heads that’ll help people—but that also means you know a lot about the human body to do some serious damage if you needed to. Not that I’m saying you’d ever do that, “ she added quickly, a sheepish grin on her face. 

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Kire huffed, impatient, when Ysaryn spoke to her in Elvish to tell her what to do with Ruli, but she barely had time to voice her objections when Ysaryn already pounded the door to Risa’s room. Frowning, she turned her attention to the flustered princess, only glancing back at the elf in response to her parting words. She looked back at Risa, then at the statuette she held. She needed answers, and unless she found an enemy she could run through with her sword, Kire had to hold her temper back. There was enough tension in Uvano; anymore and the place would implode. This wasn’t the time for that. 

Reverently, she placed the statuette on the ground before Risa, stepping back. “Ziad,” she replied, pausing for a moment to let the fact sink in. “Gavin and I brought back more: a few more statues, some damaged sacred texts or prayer books—not sure what they are. But I’m sure your priestesses will find much of great value.” Her eyes looked into Risa’s, serious and steady. “There are more left behind, as you can imagine. I am willing to bring back as much as possible—though you also know that the Kartaians know Ziad’s location. I have to be careful, and if things get too risky I will stop.” Risa didn’t need to know anything about the wards, nor about Gavin breaking them and, hopefully, greatly reducing the risks Kire was now playing up. “I hope this, and my promise, is enough to be…[i]worthy[/i] of a conversation with the Goddess’s followers here.”