Stone Circle vöxtur

She was just outside of the territory when the summons rose into the air. By the time she arrived, Gunnar was already speaking to those who had gathered. He spoke of trades and skills, ranks and hierarchy, things Reverie hadn't put much thought into before now. They needed healers, he said.
Guilt clutched at her. She knew she could help, should help. But could she really? Or would she only make things worse, if she tried? Was a bad healer better than no healer at all, or worse? She shuffled nervously as she took her place among the others, considering Gunnar's words and her own place in Kvarsheim. She would have to find her role here, and maybe that would mean facing her fears. Or maybe not. She couldn't decide.