She seems taken aback for a split moment, or perhaps I have grown suspicious under the circumstances. It is all too common, I suppose, to be looked at in such a way anyway; it does not bode well, either, to be stained in aged blood. So, I allow her that moment without interruption, pleased when she seems to become recomposed. Taviora is not a sore spot, after all, and I do not desire an unfound tension. If anything, it would be a valuable thing to become amiable with at least some of those residing within the pack, if not their alpha. Solaris needs additional protection, after all. Perhaps he does not know such a thing, however. Smart as he might be, I cannot say he has always been the most perceptive in all aspects. Too trusting, perhaps.

When she speaks, I cannot help but raise a brow - it is unexpected, after all. I might have guessed such an extension of kindness might have been present during Coszcotl's rule and yet, it was not him atop the pine throne now. So, did his heir possess the same nature as his predecessor? It would be a good thing to learn about it, nonetheless. Perhaps she would be able to give me some insight into the current... standing of Taviora. It had been a different place when I had lived there, undoubtedly. But what of now?

I do not dwell on the thought for long. In fact, I am given to flash her a momentarily glimpse of a small smile - one of gratitude, not just for the potential aid but for Hadrian too. I doubt he would like to receive it himself (for he is a recluse, no doubt) and so, I shall do it for him. It is good, too, to hear that his skills are noticeable even by another healer.

"I will pass on your compliments," it is only a formality to do so - or to say so - after all. Still, I do feel a sense of... I am not sure, really. I ought to find her something to do, however, for Taviora is no short journey, particularly while dragging along a pelt and herbs. In response to the thought, I eye the pelt momentarily, my eyes narrowing in thought as an ear flicks back. It is... a long shot, I suppose, but it could certainly be something worth pursuing myself. I am certainly no healer and my nature is inclined to be interested in fields elsewhere but... it would be a good thing. Even if I am only able to ensure my own pack do not come to harm while Hadrian or another arrives. I meet her eyes with curiosity, my head tilting slowly as I move to speak then. "Perhaps you might be able to help me learn myself. To heal... it is... important. It is something I was never taught." I am patient, then, or as patient as can be, my eyes trailing between her and her wares.