Aevalaine looked at Smith and sighed. She still was not sure if he truly was guilty, although something about him definitely rubbed her the wrong way-(perhaps the fact that he ignored 2 women who had an arrow pointed at his head and a sword at his throat recently added to the feeling). As he did not seem to be about to attack him back, she reached for her pouch of herbs, but did not find them. "dammit" she thought to herself "must ha left them upstairs"

"I'm goin up stairs ta get my medicines for him." she said to the little group, and headed up the stairs. She ran into her vacated room, found the pouch on the table (she must have forgotten it there when she had given Ecgleofu her remedy), and started quickly back downstairs. She had her head down rummaging in her pouch, and accidentally ran headfirst into a man she had seen from afar downstairs the night before. She stumbled back, but he grabbed her arm and steadied her. "Sorry, in a bit of a..." and she cut her sentence short as she looked into his face, startled (which was not an easy feat, to startle her) "Poobums?" she asked, using her childhood nickame for him "is that you?"

A thousand emotions rushed through her. Jebidiah (or Poobums, as she had always called him) had been the only person in her young life she could trust or confide in. He had been her best friend, he had hugged and held her when she had cried for the mother she had never knew on rough nights. He hadn't had it easy either, and they had been there for each other. Then, right before her life had changed, turned upside down with her father's injury, and she had had to grow up too soon, he had disappeared. Seeing him reminded her of times where she had felt a little safer, a little more secure-of a time where she felt ways she had not felt in a very long time-times she had almost been happy.