Once again dressed in the violet and black silk that normally is found on the mage, Gale sits by the edge of the spring, carefully dabbing a cloth against a shallow cut across her right side, grimacing slightly with each touch. It so happens that Juriatale is kept carefully at the Arbiter's side these days, in rain or shine. The woman wears an expression of serenity, picking her way through the woods carefully in her leather boots. Some movement is caught out of the corner of her eye and her step becomes cautious as she turns her head toward the pond.