Cordellia seemed disinterested in the healing process, her mind fully devoted to drinking the last of the spirits she had bought, and after turning the flask upside down to be sure she pouted softly. The warm glow of Pelor’s light caught the corner of her eye and slowly she moved to lean over Louise’s awakening body, and looked at her with consternation. A small smile crept to the corner of her lips as she watched the middle aged woman regain her faculties but it was quickly stymied by her looking aloofly away.

”You’re in good spirits. Splendid,” She stated with the slightest tinge of concern “Master Allustan would have been most cross with me had I returned to town with his factotum mangled and pulped.”