When Nothing Stays the Same

Pyralis wasn't sure if she was making things better or worse. She hissed at the stinging sensation that crept up the limb as she attempted to clean it. Alkali called out from her perch and Pyralis looked up to see a small, pretty woman standing there with a bag of plants. She led with a greeting and asked if she could take a look. Pyralis looked her over for a moment. She seemed like the genuine helpful healer type rather than a psychotic poisoner.

Pyralis nodded and smiled softly. "Certainly, I'd appreciate the help. These old joints don't let me be as graceful as I once was." She shifted and flopped on her side, allowing the injured limb to lay within easy access of the healer. "Do you have a name? And what brings you out this way?"