Before Joshua had had a chance to check the back area, even as he was turning back to Tara, a sharp voice came from beyond the curtain. "A'right, a'right. No need to put your knickers in a twist." Entering the office a slighty dressed woman came out, flipping a jacket over her shoulder. "So love, wha's got ya shoutin' my walls down?"
Caught off guard, Joshua shifted away from the irritated healer. Clearing his throat, and lowering the bard into a seat, he explained, "We were attacked by bandits. My friend was stabbed. I did what I could to stop the bleeding, but..." The fire mage snapped his fingers, summoning sparks that quickly darted toward every candle and lamp in the room, bathing it in subtle light. "Fire magic isn't-"
"Aye, aye, ye closed the wound but cocked up anyway." The healer's crass language was a bit jarring, but Joshua could only nod. "Right, well..." They healler, who's pale blue hair reflected the light of a half-dozen flickering flames, knelt before the girl. "Let's 'ave a look at the damage love. Need to know what I'm workin' with."