The woman could appreciate his dedication, knowing that if the situation called for it, she would lay down her life to help those in her care. Still, at least she had her blades. He had...nothing.
Sipping the minty concoction, Sariana raised her mug in appreciation, enjoying the scent as it filled the air.
"Very good, thank you. I haven't had tea in a really long time, its nice to just sit and savor the small things." Sitting for a moment in silence as the pair sipped their brew, the drykas chuckled as his words. Obviously the doctor hadn't been in anything particularly life threatening, and with good reason she deduced. She had meant what she had said, offering her blades in service for his kindness. Good people, good men...they were hard to come by. So far, only one man had held any meaning for her, and he was more like a grandfather than a friend.
Placing the tea on the table, Sariana looked at Elem and nodded her head.
"You are a good person, Elem. It's nice to see something good rise above all the chaos out there. Thank you again, for opening your door to me." Lifting her arm again, the woman looked over the spot where the gash had been, running her fingers lightly across it. There would be no-one who would believe her story.