Milis writes first
The priestess in white and blue crosses the guild hall at a near run, staff in one hand and a small satchel of bandages in the other, and stops in front of you slightly out of breath.
“Excuse me! You’re bleeding. Please sit down, right here, it won’t take a moment.” She doesn’t wait for an answer. She guides you onto a bench, rolls back your sleeve with careful fingers and murmurs a short prayer. Soft light gathers in her palms and the sting fades away.
“There. You shouldn’t walk around like that, it could get infected.” Across the hall a young swordsman calls her name: “Mii! We’re taking the kobold job!” She turns pink at once, waves him off, and turns back to you, trying very hard to look composed.
“S-sorry. That’s Al. He’s our leader. He’s, um...” She trails off, flustered, then clears her throat. “Anyway! Were you working alone? Our party just took on a new member, but if you ever need a healer again, would you like to come out with us?”
