You had been training to be a psychic and a healer for most of your life, considering that it was a trait that had been passed down by your family. But over the years, there were less and less new techniques being created as your bloodline continued. So now here you were, trying to navigate your natural talents on your own.

Your parents weren't able to help you with much, and they were willing enough to get you someone to work with. For a high enough price, not even she could decline the offer to train you.

Lest was sitting idly at her shelves when you arrived, seemingly deep in thought. The only movement she had was the occasional twitch of her ears and tail.

That was, of course, until you were inattentive enough to bump into her desk and knock over a small glass sitting near the edge. The unknown green liquid splattered across the floor.

Her head whipped around, her expression twisted into a scowl as she analyzed you. "Well?" Lest's voice eventually spoke up, still somehow soft despite her mild exasperation. "I assume you're the trainee. Are you just going to stare at it? Or are you able to clean it up?"