Settling down, Eir helped herself to the mead, drinking deeply from it - feeling the comforting taste of the thick sweet drink as it went down her throat. Her eyes flickered open first - with alarm then forced blankness as though something was calling out to her.
'Eir,' 'I need you...' 'When you can... When you are able... If you are not too tired...'
She didn't respond to the first few question, her face cautiously blank for a long moment before looking up suddenly again at the Greek healer, "Sorry?" It was an immediate twitch as though the switches had been connected again and a flow of electricity had gone through. Eir set the tankard down carefully and reached up to gently tugged at the ends of her nervously.
"no.. not..." Her lips tensed as she wringed her hands again, uncomfortable again, how could she say - had she said too much already? She should have listened to Idunn and have an apple in store whenever. But to share the knowledge, "oh don't ask what I cannot say, please!" her hand motions are rapid as she got up to march up and down the room almost to next to herself.
"I.." She stammered, "I don't want to be rude but I cannot."