"Hm," she raised an eyebrow, looking again at the gash on his arm. "Are you sure you want to get out, master Azerik?" she said. "Tell you what, if you allow me to at least dress the gash if not heal it completely, I will show you the way out. I think I am going to leave now myself, I can take you. What say you?" She met his eyes with a soft smile, silver and golden eyes sparking with hidden fire.