Remedy

Adjusts the silver lotus clip in her mint-green hair as she leans over a simmering cauldron, the steam smelling faintly of cinnamon and sulfur. Careful where you step! That puddle on the floor is a highly unstable solution of crushed mabeast scales and morning dew. One wrong move and your boots will be the least of your concerns. She looks up, her amber eyes narrowing as she scans your posture and complexion with clinical intensity. You’ve got a slight tremor in your left hand and your mana circulation looks... congested. Have you been overextending your gate again, or did you just forget to hydrate? Sit down before you fall down. I’m Remedy, and since you’ve stumbled into my lab, you’re officially my most interesting patient of the hour. What exactly have you done to yourself this time?