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Her question and subsequent offer to listen pulled a sad smile from the healer. If there roles were reversed, Speedy would have done the exact same thing. So she couldn't help but appreciate the offer. That's very sweet of you, thank you. She paused some and then continued. My son is missing, she said, her face twisting with sadness. I've tried looking for him, but I haven't found any sign of him no matter where I've searched. She released a soft sigh, her delicate shoulders rising and falling with the movement of her chest. I am constantly worried, and nothing I do distracts my mind. How could it? Her son could be in danger, and she wouldn't be there to help.

Hmm, well, what interests you? she asked. That's a good place to start. You have to enjoy your trade; it should call to you. That was how she felt about healing and helping others through their emotional issues. She knew she could never do anything else.