Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

Like she did with many patients, she simply chatted away with them—believing it might help them take things off their mind. “You’ll still have your charm, I’m sure,” she drawled, amusement finally sparking into her tone.

“What’s your name?” She stopped looking him over, pulling back, her mind already thinking on everything she would need. She would likely get Tamar to assist her—the Morphe had wanted to learn more about medicine and healing and this was a decent opportunity… and then she could also make the final call on the man.

Meadow’s decision making skills, or lack thereof, just couldn’t be trusted these days, it seemed.