Exiting the hot cooking surface and entering the burning chemical reaction

The man seemed... almost too concerned and Samara found herself struggling to keep her annoyance from her face. She hated feeling helpless and certainly didn't want anyone's pity, but she'd been given her lot in life... if she had to use helplessness as a shield she would, she'd use every tool at her disposal... after all she'd been dealt a rather bum hand.

The man spoke and Samara allowed a relieved smile to break across her lips, and she nodded, laying back onto her side. "Please." She said, nodding to her injured ankle. "Samara." She said in response to him giving her his name. She supposed it wouldn't hurt for him to have her true name, though she chose to keep her family name to herself unsure what they'd gotten up to around these parts. Knowing them... probably nothing that'd endear her to the locals, so for now she'd leave it off.
"You know it's funny," she said giggling, "I'm a healer myself. I can handle just about anything, except for when it comes to injuring myself." She glanced away for a moment. When she looked back the frustration that played across her face was genuine. "It's frustrating actually..." Her tone dropped slightly, no longer in the high false tone she wore when she was playing the part of an innocent. "I don't like to rely on anyone... I usually keep a store of herbs to dampen my joint pain but... I'm new to these lands and haven't had much chance to replenish my stores." Not that she'd have anywhere to store them... but something was better than nothing.

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