Working with potions is... comforting, in a way.
I've always had the dream of showing others my creations.
Just... never the courage to.
My father is an expert in alchemy and chemistry,
He always let me join him down in his laboratory, and he taught me everything I know today.
Father's always had a somewhat... exotic taste, when it came to alchemy.
He likes dabbling in the fancier, experimental side of things.
Transformation, summoning, all kinds of interesting, outlandish subjects.
Me, personally... I just want to help people.
I want to help them feel better when they're hurt.
Emotionally or physically,
I feel nice knowing my talents and knowledge might bring healing to others.
He's away now, traveling the world, while I made the decision to stay here and study.
It's what's best for me, I reasoned, and he was hesitant, but I'm thankful he ultimately let me stay.
...I wish I could have told them what I felt.
How I've felt... about myself, who I am.
My identity.
Even if he didn't approve of me becoming more... feminine,
I still at least would have wanted to tell him.
I fear he might not approve, but I'd still love him all the same.
...Maybe I could give the same kind of healing to you someday.