Whitewater Gorge And all those evenings

a soft smile remains gracing her features as she blinks apologetically at the woman's words. it was true that healers seemed to be becoming much less common, something that she'd never even noticed until now. for in her time here wasn't liri the only healer she'd come across? the upturn of her maw falters as she takes this in- god knew they didn't need more warriors and yet the popularity of the rank seemed to just grow and grow. not that she could give out being one herself but still, lots of fighters and not a lot of those skilled in the arts of peace and medicine was not a good combination. 

she has to fight back a sharp laugh at the mention of her having 'hobbies' lest she alarm the kind woman however cannot help hesitating as her mind scrambles for some sort of answer. for a moment a darker part of her cannot help but wonder with a cold amusement what sort of reaction she'd get if she simply stated 'killing, training to kill, killing some more' for hadn't that been the truth? her jaw twitches slightly as she's then left thinking- how can she try to claim that's not really her if she's got nothing else? for now that those don't count as valid hobbies she really does just pull up a blank. she shifts uncomfortably, aware as to how long it's taking her to answer as she clears her throat. "i'm quite boring not going to lie, all i do is wander- typical lone wolf stuff you know" is the weak response finally given. in an effort to take the pressure off of herself she carries on. "if my nose is correct you're from a pack right? been around here long?" hell why was she turning into such a mess, she was a wolf of ice- nothing got to her. or at least didn't.