The healer was already set up by the time she arrived. A small woman with bright blue hair and violet eyes. She waited with her arms crossed, a tired scowl on her face. When she saw Strelitzia her scowl deepened. "Look at you! Did brute do this? Skaza! Such pretty, done wrong. Come, Mika will take care." The woman pushed her forward, words halted by a thick accent.
Somehow the sense of embarrassment she thought she'd lost during her time as a slave reared in full force. The clear distaste the woman held must have been for the task set ahead of her. To even attempt to begin to fix Strelitzia's ruined body…she didn't wish that upon anyone. She followed the woman's direction and sat in the nearest chair. "Sorry, miss. There are..pieces missing. I know you can't bring that back so maybe just the more immediate wounds like the one on my chest." The wound from the arrow that pinned her and little James' body together for hours as she ran for her life.
