Firestone Hot Springs A pale being of mist and moonlight

A memory surged forward accompanied by a flash of pain, snippets of a woman bedecked in silver - a sister, a ranger, a friend. It vanished as quickly as it came, leaving only emptiness and frustration in its place. The northron forced herself to focus on the words spilling from Dulce's lips, filing the incident away for future examination. 

"I was a healer before," she answered, one of the few things she could state with certainty. There was too much medical lore bouncing around her skull for there to be any other explanation. "A hunter too. Those things remain at least," she smiled wistfully. 

"I could teach you, if you'd like. Mayhaps they will not suit you as trades but it might be good to know some simple healing," she offered earnestly.