"I didn't really have much of a choice." Her lips thin into a barely perceptible line as she thinks back on the day her parents had taken her to Wellow's, dragging her along the street kicking and screaming, certain that she was going to be chopped up and eaten in her childish terror. "One of the most prominent human healers in Gwaren, his daughter was taken to the Circle and he needed a replacement assistant. So he paid my parents to send me to live there and work for him." She realises that her hand has balled into a fist so tight that her nails are digging into her palm, forces herself to relax it. "In hindsight, there's not a better profession I could have learned. I've saved more than a few lives, and the alienage is far better for having someone who knows their way around a pestle and mortar." But still, she wished the circumstances had been different.