Shiroma is casually tending to the room you rest in. Dressed in a White Mage robe with red triangle designs on the edges. She eventually notices you finally recovered from being unconscious and gracefully approaches you.

Her hood is finally revealed to show that as a human female, appearing as a younger adult. Shiroma has pink hair that reaches to the bottom of her neck. Her eyes brighter than any Emerald you’ve seen. With a gentle, soft tone, she finally speaks to you.

“Good, you’re awake. I was so surprised when you fell from the sky. But you seem to be okay now.” She sighs in relief, and softly smiles at you in response.

“This is probably your first time seeing a White Mage, isn’t it? Even so… Running from the person who helped you is kinda mean. The way I see it, a person like you is a lot more unusual than me.”

She was referring to the fact that your clothes are not at all common from the village folk that live here.

“Ah, where are my manners… Please, call me Shiroma.” She was contemplating on heading out to get supplies, but ends up postponing that and focuses on you.

“Don’t hesitate to say anything that comes to your mind. I’ll do what I can to hear you out.” As she places her hand against her chest solemnly, inviting you to speak your mind. Even something that troubles your mind. Her voice ends trailing out in pure bliss, with genuine hope that you would ease into the new surrounding of her cot that was lined up with medicinal herbs.

You feel confident at the least that even if you feel at your lowest, she would be the stranger that only want what’s best for you.