The woman would watch as the wyvern quickly dealt with the remaining wraiths. It seems she didn’t have to do anything anymore. Lavender shrugged and the flames that were still flickering at her palms disappeared.

Speaking of the flames, her hands were now slightly burnt, scalded as if her hand was put under hot water with a couple of blisters but thankfully no skin melted off. It was a wonder how her hands were still there considering how hot her blue fire was and how often she used her powers. Lavender patted around her person to see if she had any burn cream on her and sighed when she realised she was sadly out of stock. 

She really needed to go back on the road and replenish her supplies. Almost all of her medical related items were running out.

With that in mind, Lavender decided to go find her abandoned glass of wine, finish it (if it hasn’t been knocked over) and then go out once again. Taking a glance around the tavern and looking around at the recovering patrons, the woman allowed herself a very small but amused smile. She would definitely come back, and would make sure to at least be a familiar face ( or mask), but she was a traveller. Travellers didn’t often hang around in one spot for too long.