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Pandora listened as Sylvani spoke with Kelyren and the other healer responded in kind, reading the ice beneath their words. They couldn't have a division among the healers and seemed a bit more relaxed when the tension in the room cleared a bit. She continued eating until she had finished her stew and set the bowl off to the side. She would feel better making a contribution to their shared space once she started cooking dinner for the healers. She stood from her spot and began to clear up those who had already finished, not one to sit idly about.

Sylvani had addressed her and she turned her attention to their designated leader, a smile blossoming on her face. She gave a short bow toward the younger woman as she continued cleaning up. “I will do so. And please, Pandora is more than acceptable. I shall happily assist you. And thank you for allowing me to assist that man. I shall keep my eyes open for another gladiator who may need my assistance,” she explained. She turned serious when Sylvani offered her own space to store her more rare and valuable herbs. She thought on it a moment before giving a short nod. “Thank you, I do believe it would be best if they were kept here,” she said appreciatively, but kept their properties and what they were more secret. Such information was dangerous if made public knowledge.

The older woman had a guard or two who had asked for her assistance in healing their children and had formed a bit of a truce with them. In this way, she would be able to transport her more valuable herbs with a bit more security than she would have previously. She saw the beastly dog move into the room and smiled at the interaction between woman and animal. A bit of companionship was always good for the soul and she imagined that the dog was the only being this young woman opened up. After finishing clearing the area, she went to the bookshelf and removed one of the volumes, flipping through it idly and making note of a few of the recipes within.

Her attention shifted to Kelyren as he filled the silence and she gave him a warm smile. “So it would seem,” she agreed, setting the volume back on the shelf and moving to the other healer. “How long have you been healing in the arena?” she asked for conversation's sake, tucking her skirt about her as she took a seat again. Healing in general and healing in the arena were two separate things, and one could usually tell when someone had been under the king's rule for a while. “There is safety in numbers, having a roommate. We can work together easier as well,” she added, twirling her silver-banded ring about her finger. “As for a gladiator, it is merely for organizational sake. This way, healers are not bumping into one another or more than one healer rushing to one gladiator's side.” She smiled a bit more strained at him as she continued. “If you do become close to a gladiator, you will feel the pain of heartache is something happens to him or her. It matters not how you close yourself up to it. But we can pull through it and simply do our best to heal those that remain.” It was clear she had known such heartache in the past, and was accepting in that she would feel it again. Unfortunately, that was her lot in life, but she was accepting of it until such a day came as to end the tyrannical rule of their horrible king.