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Pandora had been remained in Sylvani's room that night, watching over Anvain until the woman would return. Part of the night she spent concocting specific potions she thought her own gladiator would require, the other getting as restful a sleep as she could while remaining aware of any sounds of pain that may have come from the gladiator she occupied the room with. Upon Sylvani's arrival, the older woman was already up and preparing more generic salves, poultices, and bandages to fill her satchel with. It did not take the three healers and single gladiator to eat a quick meal of porridge, and once finished, were led to an area by which they waited with the other gladiators. The arena loomed overhead, but she refused to even glance at the building before it was necessary to do so. The structure of it was impressive, and it's grandeur could be seen from many miles in the distance. But the suffering that went into building the colossal center as well as the torment that it held did nothing but press a pit deep into her stomach. No, this structure would gain no awe and wonder from her. She double checked her supplies, interspaced with the different healing items was a half loaf of bread and a jar of water. Anything to keep herself, or those around her, going for the entirety of the difficult day she was sure they would face.

She heard her name mentioned and she looked over to Dara, casting a friendly smile toward him, nodding her head in understanding. Her gaze traveled to the other gladiators around them. Who would step forward first to request a healer? She thought of how it must look, how demur the healing group must have looked with only the three of them. Still, she kept her posture straight and did not lower her eyes. She would take any who wished to utilize her talents, even the stubborn ones who may not yet wish to request a healer. They would have to learn to work and trust one another above any outside of their group, and if it did happen too slowly, then that usually meant the team did not last long and she was put to a new team after watching her comrades fall in battle.

As Dara approached her, Pandora gave the man her full attention. “I am quite familiar with those in descent from the grand dragons as well as those dragons themselves,” she assured him, moving to his side. “How is your arm? I would like to re-examine it before you enter into the arena. If there is any strain or pressure, I can alleviate it for a time, help to keep your mind on the task at hand,” she informed him before stopping to answer his question.

“I have healed and am quite familiar with both dragons and their half-blooded offspring. Many years did I work with them each, finding what herbs assisted where others did not, the alternate effects they would have on humans versus dragons, and what poisons dragons were more susceptible to. Depending on the generation of offspring and how much blood is of the draconian descent does affect my decisions in what must be done in terms of healing,” she answered honestly. She felt no need to discuss her personal interaction with such people, knowing it would not be wise to have such a conversation overheard. “Now, if you would allow me to ask a question of you. Exactly how much draconian blood runs through your veins, and what type of dragon do you descend from?” she asked, both questions pertinent in her healing. Jacob had arrived in the next moment and addressed the gladiators, explaining the system of the battling they would be doing. She knew well the sequence of events, finding the cage to be a very trying experience itself, and simply hoped that the people surrounding her would be able to keep their wits about them.