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Lavender’s head was still bowed when she pursued her lips at Clay’s first question. Not at him, no, but at her own lack of a real answer. She knew she had to run a couple of errands but part of that task was already completed, courtesy of the man who asked her the question in the first place. Not to mention all of her allies were constantly all over the place. In short, she actually had no set destination in mind. [color=lightblue]”I suppose wherever the road would’ve taken me.”[/color] She responded. 

Lavender nodded with a bit of a grimace at Clay’s second question though she quickly followed her gesture with a small [color=lightblue]”yes..”[/color] upon seeing he was currently looking over his bandages.

She barely caught the last sentence, but still heard it nonetheless and had to restrain herself from quickly glancing up and at him in surprise. That was certainly something she hadn’t heard from someone before in that context. Clay was a man full of surprises, she decided.

The fox-faced woman decided to copy his movements and also glanced around (albeit less relaxed than he seemed), picking through the recovering tavern’s patrons to see if there was anything interesting she could see or hear going on at the moment.