an old saint

Lúta smiled gently as the stranger introduced herself as Halo, explaining that she was teaching her companion about willows. Lúta hesitated. Was she a healer? That was a dangerous question. She'd been born into the warrior class. Society saw little use for her beyond that but she knew a great deal about healing. Yes, she remember much of her lessons in secret and the voice of her teacher even though she could not call the name to her lips. Perhaps… perhaps she could consider herself a healer. "Yes, I suppose I am. A warrior first but, I long for more of a purpose than just battle. My name is Lúta. Are you gathering some willow for your pack?" The pack scent had not escaped her notice though she could not place the scent.