He nudged Adelaide.
"The pay's crap but there's free room and board, provided you don't mind sleeping in the stables....
Makes 'a roll in the hay' quite literal, wouldn't you say?"
"I suppose the stables are fit for a stallion of your stature, then? Only the best for you, Mr. Foster." She said, nudging him back and smiling.
Low pay and sleeping in a horse stable, Adelaide couldn't endorse-but, she would probably get plenty of paid free time for standing around and looking important, so there was that. No fighting was the best job for a mercenary. Hopefully that hay would be clean, at least.
It might be boring, but maybe there would be some cute farmhands she could distract from work.
Honestly, who would attack a grove of oranges anyway?
Really.
...
"Well, as far as I know, you're the only one getting the foot rubs, Adelaide, and it won't be too long until I end up snuffing it myself if you two keep insisting on the skullduggery I'm apparently known for."
"You would have to be careful, none of us have your speed and range; you could easily find yourself surrounded by enemies, and Adelaide will likely be too busy flirting to stitch you back together."
"True, true. As long as people stay close to me, I'll be able to heal them...but go too far and I'm liable to get distracted. Time spent sprinting across an open field to postpone ones inevitable doom is time wasted when I could be checking my reflection, or doing my nails...beauty before effort, and all that..." She commented, simultaneously checking her reflection in a small hand mirror, and examining her nails.
"Also, what's a skullduggery? Is that some sort of...underground dwelling...mole...type of monster?" She replied, ale washing comprehension of that sentence away.