Aerithel Siehart
It was a stressful three days for Aerithel. Training in the magic of Healing had fluctuated since the war had began, the infirmary had soon since been filled up, and not only three days ago the staff had asked upon her help because of all the injured, resorting to assistants that had no experience in healing but needing all the hands they could get.
Aerithel's job wasn't too difficult, but exhausting enough. She worked with the normal patients, sick and injured that had happened not because of the war, but from accidents or the recent flu that was traveling around. Once, she had to travel through the War Ward to obtain a certain type of medicine. There were healers near every bed, sweat dripping from their brows and newly arrived patients that had legs blown to pieces, blood soaking the sheets. A slight blue glow surrounded the ward from the spells the healers used, a droning sickening blue. The sight made her pale, despite many encounters on the field with badly injured friends or comrades, she was not used to seeing these sights off field in a place where it was supposed to be safe. It was a hard reminder that the war was getting closer.
After finishing with a small child who had broken her arm, Aerithel got tapped on the shoulder. A workmate told her she could leave for the day, saying she had done enough. Aerithel nodded and stood, making her way back home. Because of this whole mess at the infirmary she had almost forgotten that she was a newly recruited at Dark Radiance, something she was honored to be apart of, but she wondered what they were planning next. Surely she would be asked to come on field, something she hadn't done since the 'incident' and she hoped that she would still be as strong as she was before.
There was a small pond near her home that she felt drawn to, a place where she often released her thoughts at the end of a job, whether it be on field or during healing training. She sat and waited for nothing in particular.