Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Mm?" Aspel hadn't even fully realized that Ari had stood nearby. The lack of footfalls, which should have indicated the nearness of the other woman, should have been a hint. "Ah." A low grunt was let out as the smith's brain attempted to process the offer, a slow, nod would be given, a brief grimace crossing her face before Aspel stepped away from the door, attempting not to limp too much as it'd certainly throw off her balance. Besides, she'd had enough damage done to her over the course of sparring that leaning her weight one way or another would certainly only aggravate the damage further. "If you wish."
Waiting a moment, her gaze would drop down to the other woman as the bard spoke and Aspel smiled. "Bit too tough for that." It was her greatest strength in combat, the massive amount of damage she could manage and somehow, still remain functional regardless of it. Strength had been her next asset but there would be little she would be hefting about in a time as such. "Curious." Aspel mused over the idea Ari had presented. "Potions, you say? Are they an import item?" If Ari could tease, she could as well. A weak smile was managed. "My store of them is upstairs." And well, Aspel trusted Ari was smart enough to realize why the smith hadn't gone bounding off to get them. When the bard reached up, Aspel obliged by leaning down slightly, only the slightest trace of pain flinching across her face before standing fully again.
"Shall we?" Aspel's view slowly panned towards the location of the back room while waiting for Ari's reply.