Alexa blinked almost owlishly at the muscular man that just entered the room. First, she never saw a man with long hair the style that this man had. Second, the clothes that the man wore looks very medieval, though she probably should have expected that from what she had seen so far.
Feeling a hand on her head and hearing the question, Alexa looked to the elder and smiled gratefully. "Much better now that my arm no longer hurt and I got something in my stomach." She replied and tilted her head slightly. "You must be... Jouane? Yes? The one who healed me? Thank you very much for your help, I'm sure that I would have been a goner had you didn't do what you did." She looked down on her arm before looking back at him again questioningly. "Umm.. How DID you heal me so fast anyway? I remember my arm was quite a bloody mess before..."
The muscular man, Eric, was about to said or maybe ask something, but Jouane cut in before he could. "That I did, child, and it's no problem at all. As to how I healed you..." He winked at the young lass with a smile. "It's magic. Well, that and potion. I no longer have as much magicka in my waning age than I used to be after all." He laughed and patted Alexa's head. "Your friend already told me everything, I'll tell you if there's anything new that could help. For now, you just focus on recovering, and maybe try to learn some trade that we have here." Jouane glanced at Eric and smirked. "Hmm.. Maybe Eric here could teach you a thing or two about swinging a sword. After you recover, of course." Eric spluttered slightly at being put on the spot, but Jouane already turned towards Veronika. "And you? What are you reading there, child?"
Eric sighed and looked at Alexa, who squirmed slightly under the appraising gaze. "So.. You wanna learn about sword fighting?" Alexa pondered the question for a moment, her mind flashed back at how she fumbled with her weapons under the wolf attack, and shuddered before nodding. "I... I think I need to learn, if only the basic at the very least. I want to be able to defend myself and my friend better."
He stared at her for a moment longer before shrugging. "Eh, fair enough reason, I suppose. So, what do you know about weapon handling so far?"
Alexa squirmed uncomfortably and when Eric raised his eyebrow in question, she answered timidly. "Uhm... does 'pointy end goes to bad guy' count as weapon handling?"
She squirmed even more as Eric seemed to laugh at her answer and waited for her to say more. When it was apparent that Alexa had nothing else to say, Eric's face turned to one of disbelief. "Wait a minute... You're serious? THAT is all you know about weapon handling?"
At Alexa's nod, Eric groaned loudly and face palmed. "Then what in the Nine Divines were you doing traipsing across the wild with no escort?? Never mind! I don't want to know. You!" He pointed at a wide eyed Alexa. "You will wake up at crack of dawn, and you'll start chopping firewood with me, then deliver them from house to house. Then you'll have to carry buckets of water to build your muscles and.."
Eric stopped his sudden drill sergeant impression at that moment due to a solid whack to the back of his head courtesy of Jouane.
"Start easy on her, you fool! She can't have your full training until the day after tomorrow at least. She can start some training tomorrow, but nothing extreme yet. I'll be most displeased with you if she comes back tomorrow looking like a draugr because you're too overzealous." The elder scolded him with Eric looking at the mage in disbelief this time.
"But that WAS me going easy on her! Look at her, she has no muscle, her hands doesn't look like she ever grip any sword or dagger. She need to...Ouch! Stop it!" Eric yelped as Jouane stopped him with another whack to his head. The elder shook his head and shooed the muscular man out. "Just keep it simple for a while. Now, I believe you've left the inn long enough, your father must be looking for you."
Eric grumbled. "Bah, he just wanted me to check on the farm. Again. Or had me fetch more mead, or ale, or ... " His continued grumbling faded as he left through the door.