"I should be fine, thank you." replies Aned to Thaum's courteous inquiry. Her gut was still sore, but it didn't seem worth wasting any magic on. At very least, if it still bothered her when they camped out for the evening, she could approach Thaum again.

Turning back to Rina, she hands the greatsword back to her. "Here you are. It's too heavy a blade for me, though it seems almost paltry for you." she says, looking at the absolutely gigantic cleaver on the wood elf's back. "It is a curious blade, though. Masterwork to be certain, but no marks. The style reminds me of some I have seen from Valsena, however. Perhaps it would be worth investigating once we have finished here."

She looks down towards Coney. "Someone attempting to turn people against awakened rabites is certainly unwelcome. We should try and figure out what we can about this leader of Mart's."