"There are hotsprings under the hold- at this time of day they should be unoccupied. I will walk you to our room so you know where it is you will be staying- and to give you an opportunity to set down your packs. One of the boys can walk you down to the springs once you've settled in. I will have to return here; there are still injured that need tending." Even if the lines were nowhere near as long nor as dire as they had been when she'd arrived- it is her vocation and so long as she has a schedule to keep? She means to keep it.

"But until you find a space for yourself in the hold- you are welcome in our rooms. There is something to be said for safety in numbers and how else might I keep my word that templars shall not trouble you?" Anyone else, any other mage, even, and the invitation wouldn't have been so readily given. But Detlef is one of hers- a Spirit Healer, one weary and battered and aching for somewhere safe. She couldn't save her friends, her mentors. It isn't enough to balance the scales but- it is something.