Emberwood coquilles.

She could imagine the elders' combined looks of utter frustration at the explanation Stryx had given; some would be rolling in their graves, others would have raised their shrewd voices in protest. But they were not here to prescribe a different solution and Stryx did not feel a strong enough measure of guilt about it yet. The woman anticipated confusion from Lumiya, or questions. Neither came—only acceptance, which stunned Stryx.

Aside from her own family (who were not the most accepting of individuals) and the Order, Stryx had very little experience with family groups; she did not think her lifestyle would be something a group would facilitate, so having Lumiya accept her outright was something she had not expected. A part of her wanted to withdraw all considerations immediately but that was a knee jerk response, a measure of self preservation in the face of a changing atmosphere and she knew that was a foolish thing to even consider, couched in a childish fear of change. It was a passing doubt.

Then, I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I am Stryx, of the Shydawn Basin, physician of the Asklepeion Order. It was all very... clunky, abnormal upon her tongue. I pledge myself to you Lumiya, and those that serve you.