Verissa nodded as he spoke, frowning as he explained what this Gathering was. It was a cruel irony. She was kidnapped during festivities, ripped from her life, and now, she was going to have to celebrate amongst her kidnappers. He never said how long it would take to reach this Gathering, but she figured that while he wouldn't be fully healed, he'd be able to participate in all but truly fatal combat. In proper sparring and combat, he'd probably find some stiffness there, and if he pushed himself to the extreme, likely would tear his wound open. But if he took it easy until then, she figured he'd be fine. 

Then he led her out of his pavilion, and began showing her around. She tried to memorize faces to what he pointed out, noticing that people looked at her in a strange manner, and only briefly, before glancing away. She wondered if it had anything to do with what Shenzi had said previously, about her new master. Her pups followed her loyally, growling at any bigger dogs that came over to sniff. They clearly hadn't forgotten last nights antics as they'd entered the camp. 

As Asher introduced her to Gault, her mind immediately thinking of how normal the man appeared, she startled silently. Asher had placed his hand on her back and she hadn't expected it. It wasn't coercion or commanding, but it wasn't kind and loving either. It felt... neutral. It was strange. He continued this off and on as he spoke to many people, Verissa quickly learning just how important he was. He even seemed jovial around one particularly grinning man, named Sedrik. 

Verissa wasn't sure how to feel about all of this attention. Much of it seemed curiosity, and some of it genuine surprise. In a weird way, she felt as if she was a bit important by extension, even as a slave. Her heart lightened as he brought her to one of the only structures she recognized, the Healer's tent. She smiled lightly at Shenzi, remembering to thank her once Asher had gone. 

She nodded as he said he was leaving, and as he departed, [color=f6989d][b]"Wait."[/b][/color] She turned to face him, her eyes slowly rising to meet his, only for a moment [color=f6989d][b]"Thank you for this."[/b][/color] Quickly her eyes darted back away, as she turned to Shenzi, smiling. If there was anyone here she could find herself liking, it was this woman and her foxy grin. 

Once her master was finally gone, Verissa spoke, [color=f6989d][b]"And thank you for helping convince him to let me work here."[/b][/color] Her eyes looked around the large pavilion, seeing the many patients. Being many hours after the raid, most were resting and in recovery. Without instruction from the fox woman, Verissa began moving amongst them, examining them, just as she'd done when he father would take her to Scream Watch to aid there, as a younger woman. Most of the injuries had already been treated, but Verissa could see signs of infection, reddened, sensitive skin around treated wounds. Her face was quizzical, wondering why this was the case, she knew that Shenzi had the knowledge of herbs and medicine to combat simple infection. The woman continued to study the man in front of her, covered in slashes all over his torso and arms, all bandaged up but running a massive fever. Speaking aloud, to no one in particular, [color=f6989d][b]"Why's his infection not yet been treated?"[/b][/color]