The lack of the templar armor was going to work in his favor as she relaxed some and gave a nod. Lifting her pack up to her shoulder, she gave a nod to have him come follow her to where there were fewer people. Not only would it make it easier to talk but that way she could have a better look at him. Catching her staff along the way, she hooked it to a strap on her back.

Kattrin was, well, short for an Avvar. Most, even the women, were well known for their height. She clearly hadn't taken after that portion of her ancestry but she still held herself with confidence as she waved for him to sit with her on the ground once she found a location she preferred.

"Usually I am with the other healers but I was in need of supplies," she explained, opening her pack again so she could start seeing what she had to offer even before he told her what was wrong. "What is it that ails you?"

Oh sure she could glance him over and guess but often it was best to have someone tell her what they required rather than assuming.