"Would you be willing to be my healer?" Chas pushed aside her emotions for a moment, her voice becoming a bit blunt. Turning her arm, she made sure he could see the Mark on it as she said, "My future is a bit... uncertain at the moment. I'm sure you understand that. I don't know where I'll be, weeks or months from now..." Hopefully not in jail. She'd never wanted that, but somehow now she wanted it even less. "Will you be willing to make arrangements with me, depending on the situation? To a certain point, of course, I don't expect you to go out of your way."