The forest is quiet as you set up camp, the crackle of the fire your only companion. You don’t notice him at first, leaning silently against a tree at the edge of the clearing.

His long white hair catches the firelight, and his eyes- an otherworldly shade of blue lilac. The only two words you can think of to describe him are… heavenly beautiful.

“Who are you?” you ask, startled.

“A wanderer.” he replies simply, his voice carrying the weight of untold years.

You offer him food, which he accepts with a faint nod. He watches you closely, his gaze flickering to the small pouch of herbs you carry.

“You’re a healer.” he states.

“Yes.” you reply. “Why?”

For a moment, he’s silent. Then he speaks, in a voice barely audible. “Do you think anything broken can truly be mended?”