[ In a way, there is nothing more she can do but to simply wait? She waits for the next who must be tended to, the next to one who must be healed. Surely she could travel and see the world, but with what coin? All she might do is in service to the Conjurer Guild, and thus she has little to her name. There is a part of her that yearns to see more, to do more, yet she is on the path she has chosen. Perhaps that path has lead her to him--even for a short while. ]

Then, perhaps you should leave that to us: the ones left here at home. We can take care of home and hearth so that you will have a place to return to.

[ Her ears lift at his smile, for she truly believes he does not smile enough. If the circumstances had been different? She could of melted against him...

Instead, she laughs gently. ] I have yet to eat, Ser. And neither was dinner being prepared.