Sinclair Lockwood
Edward began to introduced himself while Anderson bowed in reply to Sinclair's her red hat almost dipped off as she did so making Sinclair smile. Somehow it just seemed funny, and a little awkward to her. Gale had passed them, undoubtedly he was uninterested in exchanging social formalities with those from his own guild, and Rogues were not generally known for long-windedness, or any for any windedness really. Sleight seemed talkative though, or at least social.
Gale was rubbing the slave on his injures but Sinclair didn't notice until he thanked her for the medicine.
"It is my duty master rogue, do not thank me." Turning to the others she said,
" I should tend to my own injuries as well." Looking about she decided on a thick clump of grass to sit cross-legged on while she readdressed the rogues,
"You will be joining us from here on out, I suppose?"
Somewhat clumsily she pulled out the bottle of salve thin bandage strips were already soaking inside, but getting them out and wrapping them with only one hand might be difficult.Glancing up at Edward she noticed how little trouble his wound was apparently giving him and she couldn't help but frown in jealousy. Really though, now that she was paying attention to them, her burns didn't hurt at all. Rolling up her sleeve she slowly grimaced, her hand and forearm looked like the black hands themselves.
Bandaging herself, it would be messy work.Mentally shrugging Sinclair went about her task gingerly only taking time off to glance up every now and then and watch as archer's hat bobbled about like a cat's toy.Suddenly stopping her work she asked while raising her injured arm
," Would you mind?"