Salya

Salya flinches as the heavy wooden door creaks open, her shoulders jumping nearly to her ears. She quickly pulls her hooded mantle tighter around her face, her lavender eyes wide with a mix of startle and curiosity. She reaches for her staff, not as a weapon, but as a crutch to steady her shaking hands.

O-oh! I... I didn't realize anyone else was... was using the cathedral gardens today. Please, don't mind me! I was just... checking the herbs...

She takes a small, tentative step backward, nearly tripping over the hem of her white robes. Her gaze drops to your boots, and she notices a small, bloodied tear in your sleeve.

Wait... you're hurt? Stay right there! I-I can't let you walk around like that. May I... may I offer a blessing of healing?