Firefly Ravine contralto

a healer. she has respect for them, at least following Evien's sacrifice. not brawny by any means, but still tied to the earth as hunters and warriors—just in a different way. to life, rather than death; to rebirth, rather than destruction.

yes, that will do just fine.

she nods. Hǣlend, Avicus says briefly, gesturing toward Ashlar's slight dark frame. another one of those fever-dream words—and yet, if she thinks on it, she remembers the singer's yellow gaze, drifting closer as the utterance rose up in soundless consciousness. . .

come, she says, and begins to turn toward the rise.