She had given up on her gowns some time ago, having found the conversation too distracting to really continue without furthering injuring her fingers. She'd take a moment to finish folding the gowns that had gotten rumpled.
"No, I'm not from here." She'd say softly, laughing softly at the mention of an interest in origins. "I'm not so sure you would like to hear much of my origins. I've had many lives before this one. Not literally mind you. This is by far the most peaceful of all the places that I've lived." And that certainly said something.
"I'm very glad that I can trust you with my secret Miss Gloria, and I'm glad that you feel you could trust yourself to my hands. Holding the trust of others is something that I hold rather dear to my heart." She'd get up after she finished putting away her things, rising to her feet and moving towards the door with Gloria. She too found some relief in the fresh air and she'd pause for a minute to breathe it in. before she'd lead Gloria down the hall.
"I would love to see your bandage weave. I have one of my own I'm rather fond of that I learned when working at another healing house, but I would like to have another option. I'll show you mine too if you'd like." All the way down the hall her step was light, her voice soft and quiet. Eventually they'd reach a door that opened to a small room that was filled with drying and dried herbs, salves, and other similar concoctions. She knew right what she was going, her pale hand reaching between the dried herbs and picking out a few different ones.