Haunted Wood damn your love, damn your lies

she accepts this with a nod, supposing she'll learn, someday. but she's hardly interested in doing this now; rather, moreso in getting away and tending to the laceration cutting across her face. "not battling. winning." she clarifies, straightening further as she does. she's not stupid enough to become arrogant with her most recent win, but that does not mean she will shift her quietly confident stance. the woman issues and instruction, and she nods. deciding to take it as a demand she ought to see through right away, she turns on her heel and makes for the healer's den. the woman is probably right, after all, and she's not exactly in the mood to socialize.