Emberwood Golden gilded healers

Arlette's ears perked up at the case she explained. She had known him. She had been fond of him. "I wonder how he is, Adlartok. Have you seen him after splitting from the Saints?," she asked. Arlette nodded gravely, especially to the case of Adlartok there had been the physical wounds that had been healed but the mental ones never had.

"Sovereign?," Arlette spoke and instantly her heart felt for the girl. "Talking helps, unless she is unwilling to talk?," she asked. Arlette thought about it. "What if I would talk to her? I knew her mother well? Perhaps hearing about her will help? Unless she doesn't want to hear about her mother?" Arlette knew issues of the mind had no botanical remedy that helped, at least, that she was aware of.