Well, now. So the girl could at least manage two syllables. She hadn't pronounced her name properly, of course - but at this point, Maribelle would take what she could get. "Oh, close enough," she replied. "Besides I am quite used to battle, and I may be able to be of service."

May be, of course, was an understatement - and surprisingly modest for her, at that.

... Or maybe she couldn't. Really, the poor child spoke like a toddler that was barely out of diapers - if that. "You're a medic?" Maribelle couldn't keep the skepticism out of her voice, though she managed to lighten it. What good would such a dirty medic do? Hopefully, she cleaned herself up before she went about treated anyone's wounds.

"Tell me, what do you know of medicine?" Perhaps appearances could be deceiving.

"And have you treated anyone yet?" Good gracious, did they really allow children, especially those as filthy as this one, to perform medicine? The girl was barely even coherent, much less able to walk properly. What could she possibly know about medicine?

Oh, good, so somebody here had some sense, at least. Well, that was a relief. "And how much do you know of medicine, dear?" Had someone been teaching her?

Clearly, the child was just as weary of this conversation as she was getting - but Maribelle still couldn't bring herself to leave the poor child alone just yet. "That sounds like quite the interesting power. However does it work?"