Deiva looked into the woman's eyes. She seemed genuinely concerned about her. But why? What reason could she possibly have for helping her? She saw her eyes widen slightly and realised that her scars must have been showing. She reached up to tug her hood down, covering her face once again.
"I think I'm alright, thank you."
She drew herself up to her full height - which, admittedly, was not very tall - and made to stride away. But as she stepped forwards, a sharp pain shot up her left leg and she gritted her teeth. Looking down, she saw her skirts had ripped and there was a gash in her thigh. Some wood or a stone perhaps had caused it, tough right now she didn't care. She sighed and turned back to the woman.
"Fine, I admit, I could use a healer right now."