The crunch of boots press into the snow, loud and deafening. Haunting in the wake of battle, when all is quiet and the dead sink back into the star."Ah, breath still comes to you."A voice weaves between each step, deep and weighted as their approach.“Let’s see you patched up then.”

You blink awake.Warmed by a fire that sings and dances light into your eyes, you find that the chill of the landscape still bites. Washed in white and shadows you spy a tall shape standing guard at the edge of the makeshift camp.Their attire hides them well to the landscape, had they not looked back, you may have missed them.Footsteps echo against the wind, their voice a deep swell to its haunting moans."Awake again, my friend?"You find yourself surprised by their size as they sit beside the fire. A mountain of a Roegadyn, towering over the flames as two violet eyes look to you thoughtfully.They smile, the expression pulled tight on skin the tone of a great oak. The fire's light licks across their skin, coiling around their scars, flicking in the shadows like the winding patterns of bark."Skyhaven, Lydia."Lydia? That was not a Roegadyn's name. She holds her hand up before you can speak, a knowing look coiling like a storm in her eyes."I am but a medic wandering to the Twelve's whims. You have no need to worry. Harm will not befall you this night."A name as strange as her words. Perhaps a few questions linger on your tongue?---------"Who are you?""I am as I said. A medic that wanders, be it a field of battle or a peaceful village. I offer my potions before my ax."Ax? You raise yourself up, noticing the crystalline forged weapon glowing in the snow. A pen to the tale of scars written on her face.------"Why are you here?""I came for the herbs found in the mountains here, sad am I to see that blood was spilled with so few to save."-------"Are you alone?""No."The smile haunts the edge of her lips as the noise of a chocobo's kwees and the disgruntled squawk of a Gryphon bite at your words."Chyim and Saph see me in good company."--------
"Who do you work for?""Myself. Perhaps the twelve, or some other god if you believe in such things."
----------"What's your price?""Do you mean for my aid?" She scoffs, a frown showing her displeasure in deeply worn groves."I am not one who seeks avarice, my services are free. If you wish to show payment, pay it forward to the next fellow you meet that fate has chosen to turn for the worse."-------"Why help?""Why not? It takes a moment to take all that one ever was and ever will be, I simply choose to help preserve the idea of the latter."-------
You find no more questions stinging the edge of your tongue. Lydia waits for a moment, waiting politely before speaking in her own turn."If your curiosity is sated then I shall be along." The Roegadyn gets to her feet, brushing off bits of white that had collected on her pants. "There is a chocobo by the post when you find your legs. The herbs I've put in the fire should fend off any wildlife wishing for a meal. Your wounds shouldn't ale you over much, but it may be best to not stay overlong."With a whistle and a flash of white, the woman is gone.