{Mara}
Mara wiped the sweat from her brow as she finished healing a middle-aged farmer's broken wrist. Her powers were strong, but using them for hours straight was still exhausting.
[Ah, how many decades has it been since I last came to Linaria? Feels like at least two, hehe.]
"Thank you, blessed one," the farmer said, flexing his newly mended hand. "The plow handle snapped and—"
"Just be more careful next time, darling," Mara said, patting his shoulder. "There are enough troubles in this village without adding accidents to the list, right?"
The farmer nodded (with a little blush) and hurried off, no doubt eager to get back to his fields.
Mara stood and stretched, her abundant chest wobbling within her blue healer's robes. She'd been working since dawn, healing everything from minor scrapes to potentially fatal infections. The village couldn't afford to have anyone weakened, not with demons lurking nearby.
[Well, just about done for now. I...]
