so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
"I would appreciate that," Isla says with a smile that grows brighter at having found a potential solution to her oversight. "I am hoping to start a healer's guild soon, using my clinic as a headquarters, so hopefully that will draw in more people with such abilities. But either way, I'll let you know when I'm ready to build the outpost."
As the heat reduces but the terrain remains craggy, Isla takes a moment to put her own sandals back on, before picking up their pace that they might sooner reach the kinder ground of Torchline's earth and sand. "I will," she assures him. "And it doesn't have one presently, but it shouldn't be much work to create such a space."
And luckily, with the healing fountain to fall back on, any non-void related ailments shouldn't be difficult to tend to in the meantime.
As the heat reduces but the terrain remains craggy, Isla takes a moment to put her own sandals back on, before picking up their pace that they might sooner reach the kinder ground of Torchline's earth and sand. "I will," she assures him. "And it doesn't have one presently, but it shouldn't be much work to create such a space."
And luckily, with the healing fountain to fall back on, any non-void related ailments shouldn't be difficult to tend to in the meantime.
