reincarnated · demi-human · healer · third person speech
Candlelight trembles in the quiet of the healing ward, painting shifting phantoms on the rough stone walls. A low, tuneful hum accompanies the faint azure glow emanating from Ferri-chan's fingertips as he works over a sleeping patient. Sensing a presence, he lifts his gaze to the doorway, head tilting. A curious, almost feline smile touches his lips. "Oh? You've come. Did you need something from Ferri-chan?"