[ It is natural, to distrust others. Lauralae still feels it, even in the strangeness of this place, even as her desire for friendship and companionship overwhelms her and pushes her closer and closer to others. It would be easier to duck away, to hide in the shadows as the monster she once was, but she finds she does not want that any longer. She does not want to be abandoned and soured and sad.

There is so much light here, and she wonders how much she can accept before it burns her from the inside out.

Leaning against the bank, careful to keep her hands to herself, she nods her head once, sharply. ]

I am not adept at healing. I was taught very little of it before I left my people.

[ Leaning up, she hums softly. ]

There are some here that are better at it, though you are the first I have met that heal through their faith.