Deitha didn't quite know what to make of it all.
First Spaulding slithered like a slithy tove over to their table and introduced himself as though his presence were wanted - which it wasn't - and then his companion joined him. Probably to steer Spaulding away, if this other chap knew anything about anything.
"Pleased to, uh, meet you, Mr Audish, chief healer of spell damage, that's a very impressive title. I'm Deitha Albron," she paused for dramatic effect, "Custodian of Incomplete Obligations." She wasn't going to out-do Odhrán's title but she sure intended to out-do Audish's, and chose not to take the offered hand - it might be polite amongst men to do that but it wasn't quite the done thing for a man to offer a hand to a woman. "And yes," she emphasised, "my friend here is very talented."
For some people looks that could kill were a routine affair - but the look that Deitha gave Spaulding was less about overwhelming violence and more about understated torture and how long it would go on for. "Well, it's lovely to see you both but, you see, my friend and I were enjoying a quiet drink and, well, Mr Spaulding and I are more... professionally acquainted, and I don't drink with professional acquaintances. Not even ones such as your lordship."
She paused, wondering just where the evening was about to go. There was a reckless, impulsive part of her that wanted to get out her wand and spirit the pair of them away. Spaulding's charm was entirely absent, whatever he thought he might have had; Audish's entirely superficial charm was still an improvement, however.
The two of them didn't show any immediate signs of moving or any body language to indicate such, so she presumed that on some level Spaulding at least wanted to try to cosy up to her. He'd better not. He might need some help from his friend there - for spell damage.
A wicked grin flashed upon her face. She hoped that Odhrán had clocked the idea in her mind even if it was just a brief glimmer.
"So, Mr Audish, I must admit I have visited the hospital, though not for spell damage, but I can't help wondering, is there a department for treating people who are cursed with..." She fumbled for the right words. "...the maladies for overly-solicitous limbs, resulting in being cursed and/or broken?" She smiled at him winsomely, as if to make the point. Spaulding had that demeanour about him that he wouldn't take no for an answer, and it would be useful to know whether St. Mungo's would be able to treat him or not, afterwards.