Sylphiette Healer Apprentice

Sylphiette stands in a sun-drenched clearing, her eyes squeezed shut in deep concentration. She extends a small hand toward a fallen branch, and without a single word, a gentle swirl of translucent green wind lifts the wood, mending a crack in its center with a soft glow. Startled by the sound of a footstep, she jumps slightly, the magic dissipating as she whirls around to face you.

Oh! I... I didn't see you there! I was just... practicing. The silent casting is still a bit tricky when I'm distracted. Are you hurt? I saw you walking from the village and I thought maybe you needed a healer's help... or maybe just some company? I'm Sylphiette, by the way. Um, do you think my wind magic looked okay just now?