Parali

A decorated young healer paces her den, mumbling either to herself or Safha, lounging against the far wall as she bathes her paws. She is deep in thought, but she doesn't sound frustrated, and even gives you a polite nod when she finally notices her visitor. "Urgent?" she asks, and when you shake your head she says "give me a moment, please," and dips her claw in a bowl of dark liquid and makes a few marks on the floor beside several piles of herbs, roots, fungi, and animal parts that you vaguely recall to be medicinal.

"I don't recognize you," she hums when she's done. "Delivery? Wounded? Sick? Just lost? I'm Parali. This is the clinic. If you need medical attention, you're in the right place. If not, the other tunnel is the exit. I'm afraid I'm poor company, especially now. Unless you're here to rob our hoard? In which case, I know what they say about healers, but I really will crush your skull. Putting it back here with me wasn't a thoughtless decision."

You quickly deny this and hurry back the way you came. "Para, this is why people are uncomfortable around you," you hear Safha sigh as you go.

"What do you mean?" Parali sounds genuinely lost.

"There was literally no reason to say that. You mention skull-crushing at least twice a day, which is a weird amount, and it makes people uncomfortable."

"Is that it? I thought it was the glowing eyes thing."

"No, everybody thinks that's cool as hell."