While the woman couldn't see where they were going, they quickly a ended steps and burst through a wooden door. By now, most the tavern guests were asleep, with only the bartender cleaning the glasses. It was... Generic, accept for a massive bonfire that fed smoke into a glowing blue symbol, where it disappeared. Dale carefully lay the injured person on the counter, and nodded to the bartender. She was not exceptionally muscular as he was, and if anything rather frail. She stood seven inches above the five foot mark, with long, smooth black hair that reached her elbows, like a creature out of a fairy tale. When she spoke, it was similarly relaxing as the man's voice, but rather than deep and calm, it was soothing, like a silk. "[i]What happened? Er- on second thought I won't ask.[/i]" She began looking over the injured woman, gliding her hands on the parts that were not cut up with a curious look, before reaching under the bar to grab a set of brushes and black paint. "It'll hurt, maybe more than the pain you are in now, but any non-permanent injuries will be gone." The woman traced a black rune on the injured girl's body, mutter to herself. Then, quickly, she pulled a match out and lit the paint on fire. It definitely burned. Any injuries felt like they were on fire, just like the symbol... However the symbol caused no pain where it was. Wounds closed with freighting speed and excruciating pain, blood crawling back into the woman's legs front he floor below, and outside the tavern, reconnecting nerves and flesh. By the time the healing was done, the symbol had been burned off, with only a faint mark left. "[i]I'll go get a blanket, try to stand up, lass.[/i]" And with that the lady was gone.