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[tocastashadow]

I'm looking for a healer. A professional, mind, not an overconfident buffoon with an ice-pick.

There must be medical techniques in other worlds that don't exist in mine.

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[tocastashadow]

[She makes a vague noise of agreement. Scratch is cute. And a good boy, too.

They arrive at a quiet spot by one of Etraya's rivers, and Scratch runs off on his own once again. This isn't actually the spot she and Scratch usually spend their time, but Shadowheart is hardly going to broadcast her typical whereabouts to someone she only just met. And it's secluded enough to serve the purpose.]

Let's get it over with.

[This is it, then. Shadowheart would hardly style herself an optimist, but it's just possible that she might be free of her unwelcome guest for the first time in what feels like a lifetime.

Or she might die. But 'might' is better odds than 'will,' and at least here death isn't forever.]