bumps and bruises

"Yes, that's him" Finishing with the poultice, she squirreled some leftover herbs away for later. "I am not much of a fighter" Eden confessed, knowing most healers were not. It still didn't give her peace. Regret about missed opportunities and a lost force claim... It swirled in her mind. It threatened her sanity at times. "I learned that I won't ever be one." It was easy to see; she was too small to do much damage to another.

She finished putting everything away. "We all have our strengths" Eden continued quietly "you have fought for a long time, yes?" Pyralis spoke like an elder of battle, not one who just picked it up within a few years. She wondered how long the old woman had fought, and for what... It seemed unfair to ask her to put her all into the raid when she was old. Eden worried this... would be the last time she got to talk to the woman.