[ When she was first told, she'd laughed right in the face of the very confused gossiper. Not because she found it that unbelievable, but because it figured. She had, apparently, developed a taste for rogue apostates. Maybe she should grill Asher to make sure he wasn't hiding any magic, either.

When the man gossiping to her gets into less flattering words, she knocks his chair over, and steps over him on her way to the healing tents.

There, she plops down, waiting until she can get Bruce's attention, and promptly wiggles her eyebrows at him, leaning in. She's bound and determined to do...something. Cheer him up, or irritate him enough that he doesn't care about rumors, maybe. Or at the least, let people see that she's not afraid to deal with him. ]

Hey there. Remember that promise you made to kiss all my booboos better? Well, I've got this cut right on my lip...