Roxanne arched a brow at her reluctant patient, but she had tended to her mistake so really, her conscience obligation had been met. It wasn't as if his company had been pleasant, from the moment she'd laid her eyes on him he had been nothing but trouble. That's just the way it was, humans were a troublesome bunch in general. She hadn't much reason to care for her own kind in a long time.
"Very well, I was going to make sure you survived the night and were capable of walking to Ketra, but I'll be happy to be on my way now. Since you're insisting, I won't feel bad if you die. As for the forest, it belongs to no one, except perhaps the king. Come and go as you wish, as long as you're not a threat to me or my gryphon, then I really don't care. And keep your pelt; I have a dozen like it at home waiting to be taken to market."
She slung the medicine bag over her shoulder as she got up, not even looking back; she walked over to Dirk, and patted his shoulder. The beast rose soundlessly and practically melted into the night as he stalked away. Roxanne looked back at him for a moment, expression stoic. "Good luck, Rook."