Blackfeather Woods Blackbird song

"Are healers supposed to lie to you?" She looked confused and slightly annoyed by the thought. She was not exposed to the normal complacent, nice stereotype of healers. She knew they were less physical than warriors or outriders, but never less blunt or hardened. "Healers' jobs are to identify and solve the problem, not comfort."

She smirked and laughed softly. To others, it must not have been a funny joke to talk about death so lightly, but they were the Dark Brotherhood. Death was what they lived for. "I want to wander for a bit. Learn some more things. Then I'll come back and be a Dark Sister."