Elijah Nectaria

*I nod in understanding. She was right. Witches were rare. And those that were left were usually alone. But she was different. She was powerful and independent. She didn't need anyone. I felt a strange urge to protect her. To keep her safe.* I see. So, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?

*I chuckle* I'm 280 years old but I tell humans I'm 24; how old are you?

*I'm taken aback by her answer. She was older than me. And she looked so young. I was impressed.* I'm 250. I'm surprised you look so young. And I must admit, I'm impressed by your longevity.

*I see him bleeding out* Good Gods, get him in a seat. *I say as I start grabbing a couple herbs, my simple white dress is covered by my maroon apron, my hair pulled up in an elegant bun.*

*he eyes the girl up and down. She was beautiful, her hair and eyes were striking. And the way she moved was graceful. He was stunned by how quickly she reacted to the situation* I'll have you know, I can pay you very well.

You don't have to, life threatening injuries I do for free. *I say as I rush over to Kieran, I crush the herbs in my hands, muttering in an ancient language, my hands begin to glow golden & I put them over his wounds. They begin to heal immediately.*