Sawtooth Spire what immortal hand or eye

praimfaya's ears cup forth as her steps draw to a cease close to the borders where sugar glider lingers, offering the young medic that helped to save her life her rapt attention as she speaks. her purpose here quickly unravels as she informs that she's here to check on her. a soft snort of laughter leaves praimfaya as sugar glider calls herself a 'nomedic'. nomedic. that's cute. she says with a soft laugh. i feel great. though her words part from her lips breezily, they are nevertheless true. she feels as good as she had before the fight and bore no psychological sorrow at the scars — in her culture scars were badges of honor. thanks to you and stryx.

is there any way i can repay you? praimfaya asks, knowing that saving her life has been no small feat and that such diligence and compassion — especially for a stranger — should be wholly rewarded.