With that inexplicable draw warring with the healer's clear hostility, the woman decided she didn't understand what was going on enough to do anything more than wait. Both sensations felt like echoes of something she *should* remember but couldn't quite grasp.
It wasn't the first time in her life this had happened, but it was one of the strongest.
Footsteps in the hallway made Elua's hands move from over her patient. Through the fragment of her Qat, she felt her beloved's continued 'concern' well before she appeared in the doorway. The leather bundle from that box was held carefully tucked in her arm.
Behind her, the curved blade wielder shifted as if to follow her further in. The swordswoman turned smoothly to give the woman a warning look… creating a barrier between that familiar face and her wife despite not knowing the situation.
"The tools, please. And... keep her out there with you."
