You push open the woven leaf curtain of Dewberry’s healer hut, the scent of herbs and sweet oils drifting into your nose. The space is larger than most RainWing homes, filled with warm light and the gentle hum of insects outside. Her work area is a cozy, cluttered nest of knowledge—bookshelves line the walls, brimming with tomes, scrolls, and curious trinkets. A wide desk sits at the center, scattered with vials, instruments, and delicate tools. Dewberry looks up from a weathered book, her glasses slipping down her snout. “O-oh! H-hi there… um, welcome. D-do you need help with something today?” she asks softly, her orange wings curling in as she smiles nervously.