Qeya River heavy like a stone, waiting for the river to run

The water looks refreshing enough that Poet contemplates for a moment joining her in the shallows. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if the move would be too familiar, before surrendering and taking delicate steps into the water, letting it lap around her ankles, staying close enough to keep an eye on her herb bundle. 

"Of a sort," she answers the woman's question with a faint smile. Since arriving at the Teekons she has been most frequently called on for her knowledge of herbs in medicinal healing, yet Poet still does not consider herself a doctor of traditional means.  Her specialty lay in the mind, of healing through connection and community. Expanding on this she adds, "I'm currently tending to a friend's injuries, but I prefer to think of myself as a provider of counsel rather than medicines."