Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Evie's particular talents as both healer and Warden are usually best suited for the heart of the Citadel, where both palace and infirmary stand for the wounded and displaced alike. That doesn't mean venturing out into Snowcloak is a great deviation - the wrecked homes along the outer line near the towering walls have families within, and if they have not shown up on her proverbial doorstep already for healing, then she needs to spread the word to take their things and head to the palace regardless.
Though she tries to preserve her stamina and overlook more minor injuries that can be treated at the infirmary in time, Evie can't resist laying her hands on her people when they truly need her, healing them enough to get them mobile. Right now that's all she can do. If she wastes her reserves they'll receive no aid, and she has to trust that the men and women in her employ, those she has trained to stand at the ready for emergencies, can handle the rest in her stead.
The man standing solitary in the wreckage of a home is unknown to her, but though Halo is a tightly-knit community given the small territory of habitable land, enough foreign aid has arrived through their gates to make it an inconsequential observation. Picking her way closer, Evie calls out, hoping not to startle him. "Sir, are you injured? If this is your home, I can help you gather your things; the Palace is open to shelter within while you rebuild." Her eyes scan him visually, but her magic is best suited for hunting down wounds when her hands are physically on her patient, and as this is the last stop on the block she is no longer in any rush worth invading his personal space.
Though she tries to preserve her stamina and overlook more minor injuries that can be treated at the infirmary in time, Evie can't resist laying her hands on her people when they truly need her, healing them enough to get them mobile. Right now that's all she can do. If she wastes her reserves they'll receive no aid, and she has to trust that the men and women in her employ, those she has trained to stand at the ready for emergencies, can handle the rest in her stead.
The man standing solitary in the wreckage of a home is unknown to her, but though Halo is a tightly-knit community given the small territory of habitable land, enough foreign aid has arrived through their gates to make it an inconsequential observation. Picking her way closer, Evie calls out, hoping not to startle him. "Sir, are you injured? If this is your home, I can help you gather your things; the Palace is open to shelter within while you rebuild." Her eyes scan him visually, but her magic is best suited for hunting down wounds when her hands are physically on her patient, and as this is the last stop on the block she is no longer in any rush worth invading his personal space.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
