She looked at him wistfully a moment and then looked up at the path they had discovered above. Did it lead somewhere out of here? What did she have to go back to? She still needed to find her path in life. She had options, neither of which involved healing or weather.<br/><br/>A heavy sigh escaped her lips as they waited for the others. "It is good you have respect for your skills as well as the blessing of two wives to aid you. I will most likely live alone when I return to the surface. Providing we get out of here that is. The fact there are no living beings here in this room or the first one outside of the ones we met, makes me curious. It is obvious there were others here at one time. Where did they go?"<br/><br/>She sat at the wall next to the opening then and waited, her thoughts drifting to the time when she had been driven from her home. The others in the small town feared her. She dealt in magic they did not understand. So they feared her. When they had dragged her screaming from her small house, they tied her to a tree. Facing the tree and unable to move as they burned her house and all her possessions to the ground. They whipped her with willow rods trying to drive the evil from her. When blood ran freely down her legs they stopped. They could not bring themselves to kill her though it would have been a mercy.<br/><br/>When they threw her into the river to wash the blood from her back, she struggled and managed to escape. As she swam away from them they yelled at her to never return. She made it to an isle several miles down the river. It was there she found shelter in an old ruin. It was there she found herself alone and glad of it. She survived because her will to live was strong.