Ravensblood Forest The white owl in the belfry sits.

Because I could. There were a lot of things of Raleska could do, but it didn't mean she would. She watched the healer rinse the clay from her thin limbs in the pool, her expression caught between dubious and cold. In her eyes it was not much of an answer, but the last thing she wanted to do was piss off the person that she owed her life to. Nothing like making the doctor regret saving its patient, right?

She was tight lipped for a moment, considering a delicate response. When she found none, she shifted the topic instead. "Where did you learn to heal?"