Stella perks up. "I am! I'm a healer actually." She glances at Storm. "I was the healer for our party when Storm and I were traveling together. But I've learned more since then. I've gotten better."

She leans on her elbows on the table. "Since Storm has found a new party to travel with, I assume you all have a healer?"

Storm grunts, idly twisting the tankard in her hands. "Why don't you worry about your own party? We can handle ourselves."

Stella looks at Storm. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to impose. I just want to offer my assistance if I can."

Storm sighs and her shoulders slump. "Right. Can't turn down a healer I suppose." 

Stella shrugs. "I mean, you can. You can tell me to fuck off."

Storm chuckles. "Like you'd listen."

Stella chuckles. "You know I live to help others. I'll do whatever I can to help. People are suffering. Dying. I don't want to sit by and let it happen if there is something I can do."

Storm nods but says nothing.

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