She rests both hands on the small cut. She lets go after a short moment, the cut gone. She then gently places her hands on his injured throat.

He chuckled darkly. *good luck fixing that.*

"Done." She moves her hand away. His wound doesn't hurt anymore.

He stared in shock.

She gazes at him. "I'm an oread. We heal wounds. The only thing we can't heal is iron wounds, but anything else goes."

He nodded slowly.

The room suddenly is filled with beautiful ice-blue light. The crystal arching over the ceiling has been filled with moonlight and starlight, mixing with the gentle glows of the oreads' mushrooms.

She offers a dark blue hand, squishy from the mottled paw-pad on her palm. "My name is Mycena. I am a missuru-satstira oread. You are not here for sanctuary, so what are you here for?"

He flinched from the light before shaking it, saying his name and explaining the situation.

She tilts her head, gazing at him. It feels almost incorrect that she's blind- though she did admit she was, it feels like she can see him clear as day. She rests a hand on his shoulder lightly, and when she looks him in the eye again, her eyes go a pale yellow-green, "You should go back home." She murmurs. She sounds thoughtful, almost more like she's speaking to herself than to him. "There is danger coming to them. Soon, in multiple forms. A..." she pauses, frowns, and when she speaks again, her voice is a normal volume and her eyes blue again. "Nevermind, just lost it."

*what. . . What are you talking about?*