[PAST] MENDING FRACTURED SOULS

A decade in Kirkwall had been her greatest teacher. Life in the Coterie wasn’t uneventful and when the Qunari had attempted to take the city it only served as a deeper warning of what was to come. No-one had expected the mage Anders, a healer, to light the match of rebellion, snuffing out countless lives and plunging Kirkwall into chaos. Joining the Inquisition after the destruction at Haven was only natural. Now, with her companion Sylaise, Arlathan seemed the natural place to be.

Unfortunately no-one has come up yet with a clone spell to double our efforts. Would make these busy days less draining. The older elf grinned, gently taking the arm of her new hesitant patient into the required position. Once arranged Meg offered the man an apologetic smile, On the count of three yep. three was never uttered, and with a practised, hard tug, she realigned the shoulder with a telltale click. The man’s cry was more of surprise and relief than the short lived pain, his surprise shifted to almost disbelief that this short, waif of an elf capable.

Her smile was undaunted, all too used to peoples low expectations based on her common and homely mannerism. She was unfussed by a person's station, talking and dealing with everyone with the same respect. You are doing admirably, offering her colleague a glance while applying some pain relief. Her palm rested against the blade of the shoulder, magic flowing, soothing nerves and muscles from the strain.

Megara is fine, she’d snort, chuckling at the idea of a title. I’m no-one important, just.. experienced, and you? What’s your name? A sling will do him fine. Healers didn’t learn in isolation, they needed injured people to hone their craft, but everyone needed a mentor, someone to cheer them on until their confidence had solidified. We’ll wrap up these two and take a break, I think you’ve earned it.

@Rhosyn Gwyllt