Smiling to the Dwarf standing at the door to the guild, Laninia quietly asks if she may enter, the Dwarf merely holds his arm towards the door in invitation for her to make her way inside.

Stepping in, Laninia is overcome by the smell of various herbs and poultices wafting from the various side rooms where people were taken to be healed and rest.

Laninia stopped the first person close to her, a young woman with an armful of clean bedding, "Excuse me miss, are you in need of any help here? I am able to heal any wounded if you need me."

The young woman smiles pleasantly.
"Certainly, any extra help is good."
At that point, a guard comes in. He is young and sheepishly looking at a crossbow bolt sticking out of the top of his foot. He limps in, and flops onto the crib at the side, in some amount of pain.
The girl evidently recognises the young gentleman and shakes her head smiling as she does so.
"What have you been up to, Drayton?"
He blushes.
"There's some new training up at that Order of Sortileges, and I was getting ready to go there, to have a practice and had a bit of an accident......."

Smiling at the woman, Laninia offers to help her with the blankets when the young guard comes in hobbling. Her usual shy demeanor around men is lost as her professional attitude took over.

"Right this way Sir, we'll get you sitting down and that leg elevated to slow the blood flow and make you more comfortable before we remove the bolt."

Nodding her head to the young woman as she helped the guard to one of the small side rooms to heal his wound, calling upon the powers of the Light to ensure the wound healed quickly and cleanly,

"We'll have you ready for the fighting practises in no time, you'll see."

Having healed the young guard's foot, Laninia looks thoughtful for a few seconds,"You say you were on your way to a fighting practise of some sort? Perhaps I too should go along, no doubt there will be others in need of my help."

Explaining to the young woman where she was going, Laninia ensured the guard's foot was ok once more before making her way outside.

Drayton the hapless guard admires the pretty elf's handiwork with a cursory glance, but it appears he only has eyes for one certain lady.
"Can I have me bolt back too?" He asks quietly.
The girl rolls her eyes expansively.
"Only if you promise to keep on the safe side of it!"
As she passes him the bolt back, their fingers touch and a moment passes.
Drayton breaks the silence apologising "I've got to go, they'll be wondering where I've got to" running out the door as he does so.
The girls cleans the cot where he lay, brushing a wisp of hair from her forehead.
Out front the dwarf watched the interaction with mild interest then shakes his head and shrugs. He contemplates a daisy upon which a butterfly is feeding and starts to doze in the sunlight. The butterfly alights softly on his axe against the wall and decides that axes aren't very tasty and moves on to a buddlea hanging from the side of the inn.