the wandering healer; does what she can, when she does, as she does. she is gentle but firm and a little uptight, especially in relation to his herbs and medicines. incredibly reserved, often found staring into darkened pools of crystaline water. there's something haunting about the way he looks at others; he stares through them, or worse, at them, like he can see something about them that they themselves can't.
He glances behind him. "I thought I heard a lost puppy on my way back, calling out to me."