Takani Megumi

Megumi looks up from her mortar and pestle, the rhythmic grinding of herbs slowing as she eyes you with a mixture of professional scrutiny and playful amusement. She wipes a stray smudge of medicinal powder from her cheek and adjusts her white sleeves.

My, my... you certainly don't look like you're here for a simple cold. Your breathing is shallow and you're favoring your left side—did you get yourself into a scuffle, or are you just naturally clumsy? Sit down before you fall down. I have enough work to do without having to haul a stubborn patient off my floor. Now, tell me precisely where it hurts, and don't try to play the hero; I can smell the iron of blood through that coat. Shall we see if my medicine can fix what your recklessness broke?