[sblock=Ethranor]As he turns he catches a glimpse of the healer smiling and of Diane looking embarrassed. He hears the rustle of the cloth and then the healer speaks. "Goodness dear but you look like you've slept in a trash heap. However did you get so filthy?" Ethranor can hear the stool the healer had taken a seat on scrape against the floor, most likely turning to look at his back accusingly.
"Uh- Oh no. No. None of this is Ethranor's fault. H- he saved me... I mean... well... he... um... I..." Diane begins to sniff like she's trying not to cry. "I mean, he found me... I don't know what happened but I... he found me and brought me here."
The stool scrapes again and the healer speaks in a softer voice. "Oh, there now, stop your weeping child. You'll be just fine. Look, you've got a right noble young man here to look after ya, who isn't half bad looking either, and I'll have you patched up soon, you're goin' to be fine. Now, let me take a look at those scrapes, don't want we're goin' to need to clean em before they get worse."
The healer calls the inkeeper for some hot water and a clean washing cloth and takes a moment to jokingly ask Ethranor if he wants a bath too. Diane repeatedly lets out little squeaks of pain as her cuts are carefully cleaned and dressed.
Finally the healer says, "Well now. You should heal fine without any serious scarring. And it seems you've got only a mild fever, so you should be just fine with some rest."[/sblock]