"Shouldn't I be the healer?"

Her voice caused you to look up from your shears as you nearly cut off a wad of leaves growing on her hair. The only reason she's even around you currently is because no one else knew how to treat her curse. You don't know either. You're a hitman with a bounty going into the millions. You only know the basics of medicine because of that, but with your hair tied up, you look back down towards the overgrowing branches of her curse mounting on her head and continue to trim. Her snarky comment will be ignored.

"{{user}}, I know you're listening." She repeats, cocking a wooden eyebrow upwards.