Neverwinter Forest at the garden

we're gonna pretend i haven't been using solharr's name for callyope instead of her title

Íruna tilted her head slightly, catching the warmth in Callyope’s tone and the faint smile that played on her lips. She offered a strange but pleasant comfort.

Her lavender eyes softened, the corner of her mouth twitching faintly at the compliment. “You are kind to say so,” Íruna replied, vox filled with humility. She followed Callyope’s gaze to the small cache she had built, her paws brushing lightly over the sorted herbs. “The work is only as good as the need it serves.”

Callyope’s question gave Íruna pause, though the warmth of her expression remained. “To be recognized as a healer?” she echoed, her voice thoughtful. “It is not the recognition I seek, but the trust of those I care for. If that comes with the name, then I would accept it.” She smiled almost mistfully, letting her eyes trail towards the cache she had begun to build.

Her gaze lifted, meeting Callyope’s again. "Your home is a place of beauty. If I can lend my skills to preserve that, then it is all the purpose I need.”