Sonia's words were stored with Mag's, deep in Gaelena's memory. The young healer nodded, then glanced down at her arm at the blood there. She had almost forgotten about the thorns pricking her skin. "Indeed," she said, a smile slowly forming on her lips. "I shall take care of that before I go," she added.
She moved away from the thorns and towards her room, quickly working up a poultice that she covered her wounds with, then as well as one can with one hand, bandaged her arm then packed her bag again. She was getting very good at packing, having moved from the Citadel to Roque to Pax Balthasar to Aveas and then to Dort (as a prisoner to start with). And now, off to find the Storm Lord. The knife was wound into some bandages, for safe passage. Besides, one can never have too many bandages.
OOC: I'm good here if you are