OOC: I like that, turns are fun!
Vissir clicked her talons behind her back nervously. So he isn't here, than where? She thought a second, than decided it wasn't important. She had a tendency to concentrate on the extremely unimportant, and she couldn't allow herself to do that now.
Her mind ran through a few more useless escape plans, she needed more information, actually, she didn't. She needed a way out.
"Oh?" She said lamely. Her eyes strayed around the room, a bed, now stained with blood, a table, falling apart, a window, caked with grime, threadbare rug, falling plaster...
Her mind flashed, Idea!! Vissir thanked her dragon eyes, their perception had helped her over and over. Now how would she manage it? If the door wasn't open, but it was and that man would be a big problem.
"You know," she said glancing at the sword on the man's back, "I'm glad Arrmand hit me with a tree branch and not that, I doubt I would be awake right now if he had." She grinned at him, her teeth a little sharper than most, but barely.
Vissir opened her mouth as if to say something else, but instead she turned on her heel, and in the process stumbled, falling against the healer, her talons still hidden from view. She muttered under her breath, "Sorry, if you could help me, I...I think I need to sit down."
In her mind, Vissir finished, A little closer to that window. Dragon blood will come in very handy, if only I can get through that window.
She made an attempt to stand on her own, smiled weakly at the healer as she wobbled unsteadily, and said, "Could you, could you help me over to that table? I don't think I want..." Vissir gestured towards the bloodstained bed.