The girl blushed as she lowered her eyes and grabbed her ponytail, an odd feeling of embarrassment overtaking her. "I uh... I'm not that good good at batting eyelashes. My brother Arthur always said I have the charm of a fence post, you know I umm... I'm not exactly the temptress type." Lora mumbled as she squeezed her ponytail and looked to the side. Mentioning Arthur reminded her what her real reason for joining the army was, and also scared her, as she had never intended to share the details of her life with the others.
The young Wizard looked at the chubby lad and nodded, attempting to change the awkward conversation. "You are welcome, I cannot see the group divided. How are you feeling? Maybe we can find a Cleric or at least a herbalist in this village. Who else was hurt? Aidan?"
Lora looked at the dark skinned lad, who was unusually quiet since they had left the irregulars camp. She had divided the gold pieces, six stacks of two gold coins and five silver pieces each, and pushed one stack to each of the men around the table, leaving the last one for herself.