Hushed Willows A softer universe than before

A joyous song rose from the Willows, scattered at first, ultimately finding cohesion as more voices were added. It sounded almost like a dirge to Stryx; the Order was a place of silence and solace, with the raising of voices only to mourn. She listened, presuming the fey would forgive her the presumptions taught within another life. The physician would not raise her own voice to this song but she listened attentively, and when it xame to its natural end Stryx would mutter a small familiar mantra to herself, then carry on with her work.