"For my lady no pain is too great" I respond, giving her the same smile I would give Kirle when I was young.
The scarf is untied slowly and when it falls, light brown eyes stare past Heela and Sloan looking into the distance.
"You cannot see a thing"? she asks as I squint.
"I can see a little my lady, a color here and there".
"Much better since this afternoon, I plan to keep the scarf on until I fully recover".
I make no move to tie my scarf while Heela gets close enough that her hairs tickle my nose.
"I see..." she says, leaning back she digs into her black purse that is tied to the black leather belt of the Inquisitor.
It is roughly two grown man hands long and wide but blends into her uniform perfectly.
She brings out a silver wand with gold markings decorating the whole part but the hilt.
She then begins to write in the air between us.
The patrons of the guild stare in wonder as small array after small array is formed and then dissipate into the air.
