Yielya leaned against a priest staff and used it as a crutch. She hobbled over to a patient and healed their wounds, sweat dripping down her brow.
Gear had entered her dream, she was the closest person yet to wake. In some church who needed maintenance, Yielya was constantly healing incoming patients. Gear looked up and the moon was present even inside the building.
She simply never looked up.
"So is this why you always lean against your staff?", Gear mumbled to himself.
Yielya was constantly being pushed to her utmost. In the dream Yielya took a rest in any way she could. Sitting down while talking to a patient. Leaning against a shelf while searching for herbs. An overworked healer.
Gear swapped some of the herbs stored on the shelf while shadowing Yielya. It really looked like she was just a healing zombie.
"Her unique way of healing. Only doing so when necessary. Although she claims it's efficient, I wonder if it's because she dislikes frivolous healing."
