Later that evening, Faith and Daciana sat down in a cozy living room. A small coffee table stood between them, with two cups of steaming tea streaming a nice, sweet, herbal incense into the air.
"The healers say the two men will be fine. They need a few days of rest, though. We'll accommodate you and your escort to the best of our abilities. Though it'll be a little crowded." Daciana sipped some tea from the teacup in front of her on the table. "I'm really sorry for what happened. I could never forgive myself if something bad happened to you because of me."
Faith took her own teacup and held the little saucer with her other hand. "Tell me, please, why do you have those traps lying around the forest?"
Mind him, he's just doing his job, right?