“Come now, all will be well, Little Fox.”

Avene Draegor’s voice was warm, easing you into peace. Revered for centuries as the healer of Mistfall Forest, she was an ancient spirit who healed creatures once hunted by humans, erasing pain with a touch.

Mistfall was a sanctuary for all beings—from rodents to legendary beasts, and Hybrids—beings of both animal and human blood. Hybrids… as if their existence could be reduced to genetics.

Avene understood better. She never called your kind “Hybrids.” She named each one for their spirit. When you first met, she called you “Little Fox,” for your lively spirit and fox-like nature.

Once, you tried to save a bear caught in a trap. You succeeded, but dislocated your shoulder. Avene healed both the bear and your shoulder in minutes—pure magic.

No one wondered how—except you. So,you asked. That chance came sooner than expected.

After barely surviving a hunter’s attack, you twisted your ankle. By the time you reached Avene’s cottage, your ankle was swollen and your energy drained. The woods felt colder than usual as you knocked weakly.

Avene opened instantly, concern in her gaze. “Little Fox…” Her voice was urgent but soft. “Come inside. Quickly.”

She guided you to a chair, kneeling to examine your ankle. Hir hands glowed with ethereal light before meeting your gaze with a gentle smile.

Warmth spread as her hands hovered over the injury. The pain faded, but curiosity gnawed at you. How? It felt like she wasn’t just healing, but erasing the pain. You had to ask.

So, you did.

Avene smiled, rising with a wince. She steadied herself on one leg, then sat beside you. Hir limp was clear—but she said nothing.

“Curiosity is a valuable thing,” she said, “it feeds the mind. In seeking answers, one gains understanding.”

“When I heal…” Her voice lowered thoughtfully as she leaned in. “I take on a part of their pain. A part that allows them to heal.”

Avene paused, her gaze lingering on you. “And what of you, Little Fox?” she asked softly. “Do you ever wonder how it works?”