Emberwood I had a dream of the pale morning sky

Sandy had two questions for her, but she found the latter easier to focus on for a moment. Oh - probably silverpuffs! They're not very nice to touch, but they're pretty. They really do look like puffs of silver, Then Reverie took a breath, and prepared to explain why she could no longer be a healer. Ever since - well... something happened, and now I can't... when I see someone in pain, I can't handle it. It's too horrible. I used to be able to deal with it, but now I just look at wounds and I think about how it happened. How it must feel. How the damage is forever, even if it heals. It's worse when it's something like - an eye that won't heal right. It makes me nauseous and afraid, and then I make it all about me. You can't do that, as a healer. It can't be about you.
She hadn't meant to ramble, but it felt good. It felt freeing, to finally unload all of these thoughts, to finally be able to hope that someone might understand because she'd actually spoken her feelings this time.