Noctisardor Bypass the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell

*rolls in* hiiii

When her nose caught the scent of an unknown scent, though tinged with the Bypass, she found her paws gently making their way towards the origin. She padded through the winter, wondering why the Bypass seemed to be so lonely as of late— well, probably because everyone ditched their duties and left.

The small grayscale girl reached somebody's den, seeing a light-pelted male sorting through whatever he had— piles of herbs, she noticed. Healing? Their healer had left one or two months ago, leaving Noctisardor Bypass void of a healer. Was he here to fill in the blanks? If he was, Crëyr was grateful.

Wondering if she would be a bother to his sorting, she announced her presence with only a small chuff.