Tranquil

That's one of the first words that most Gormotti would use to describe their home Titan of Gormott. Its fields remained remarkably lush and lively even as the other Titans of Alrest decayed and died around it. Six in the morning in the town of Torigoth was normally the ideal time and place for some rest and relaxation, especially in the months following the defeat of Torna, fall of the World Tree, and descent to the mysterious yet calm surface of the planet, but within one newly constructed building near the center of the community, there was no rest to be had for the driver and blade combo that were bustling to complete their current chores before the dawn officially arrived at seven.

"Just move that chair over here!" Nia barked at Dromarch, "What's most important for now is making sure our guests and patients have a place to sit. We can worry about ourselves after that."

"I'm just trying to make sure that we don't block the windows by mistake. Sunlight is an important thing for those in crisis to be able to see," the white tiger blade suggested.

They had made admirable progress with only a few more things still needing to be cleaned or moved around. With Torna defeated and the people of Alrest saved. Nia and her friends had to begin forging the paths that would carry them through the rest of their lives. Morag and Zeke had returned to their old nations of Tantal and Mor Ardain to assist their people in adapting to life on the newly discovered surface. Tora returned to his hom in Torigoth as well while Rex, Pyra and Mythra became some of the very first people to settle on the freshly restored continent that had long been concealed beneath the Cloud Sea. Nia and Dromarch had a more difficult choice to make with no place to truly call home but agreed to return to the titan where they had been born and raised. After taking some time to reflect on her life, where she had been, and where she was now, Nia got an idea. Sharing this idea with her friends got her the blessings and support of all of her old allies. It was an idea that was going to take a bit of time and work, but now what had started as a new house for the duo on the Gormotti titan was nearly all ready to function as their new place of business as well.

"And thus, the room finally comes together," Nia hung up the photograph of her with all the friends she had made along the way as the finishing touch to the furnishing of her new place of residence.

It was the perfect way to cap off a project that had been several months in the making which would have been nigh impossible without the people in that photograph. Each and every person in their group had been vital in helping her find her way in life not just up to but after the fight with Malos. Morag proved to be remarkably efficient in securing a plot of land in Torigoth through her political connections in Mor Ardain, Zeke was overwhelmingly generous providing money and materials, Construction was more than easy enough with Tora and Poppi around, Dromarch was as faithful as ever in volunteering to work as her assistant, Rex and Azurda did more than their fair share of walking and flying around to help with spreading the word and distributing fliers, and it was the encouragement of Pyra and Mythra that pushed her over the fence in deciding to put this entire thing together.

"That sounds like a phenomenal idea!" Nia recalled Mythra saying to her "You should absolutely go for it. We're more than willing to help if you need it."

"Businesses independently owned and operated by blades aren't exactly something you normally see," the Gormotti blade expressed the doubts she still had.

"But that's because there are virtually no other blades in the world quite like you," the Aegis reminded her, "You said you didn't want to live in hiding and I can't think of a better way to put your unique traits and skills out there."

"But who knows how the people will handle it? Just because Indol's gone doesn't mean people are going to suddenly be fine with the concept of blades eating humans."

"But wouldn't you rather they gain their understanding of Flesh Eaters from meeting you rather than from rumors and stigma?" Pyra asked.

Pondering this question gave Nia the final resolve she needed to choose to give her ambitions a chance with a vow shared between them to help in whatever way they may be needed. In the present, with construction of her new house finally completed, a look around the place reminded Nia that there really is no place for a person to belong quite like one's own home. With construction now completed in the present, the final arrangement was fairly simple but effective. On top of a kitchen and a bedroom upstairs for her and Dromarch, certainly useful for when she might face some kind of all-night job, her downstairs office had a bed for patients to sleep on, basic medical supplies, and decorations such as a potted plant in the corner to help any potential visitors feel more at ease. No longer a mere dream or lofty aspiration, Nia's Miraculous Medical Offices was finally set to open its doors to the public. A passing glance at the mirror hanging on the wall of the living room reminded her of the one thing that was still was left to be done. Dromarch sensed her intentions as well and still had some concerns.

"My lady..." he tried to speak as he noticed her hanging her head slightly as she released a long held in sigh.

"I'm fine," she reassured him, "I knew that I would have to do this when I started this project. I did it in hope and anticipation of getting to this point. Don't worry about me."

Nia paused for an intense look at her reflection before proceeding any further. Her right hand slowly made its way up her track suit and stopped to over where her core crystal glowed within her chest as she went over the list. Briefly peeking inside her clothing, Nia made special note of the splotches of red that marred what was once a diamond of pure blue. That was back in a time where she had given her all to try and cure her sister's illness but could only watch as she passed away peacefully but hopelessly. The order she received shortly afterwards from the man she viewed as a father was one that she never could have imagined. Consuming the flesh of her sister to carry on her memory was an act that would be forever imprinted on both her mind and body. She shuddered at the recollection of the act that almost felt like a sin against nature itself. It certainly wasn't without its consequences, leaving her as an outcast to both society and her own self for many years afterwards. Not until she met the young salvager from Leftheria did any sense of purpose and belonging in the world manage to find its way back into her life. This didn't come without its own set of difficulties and heartbreaks. The boy who had saved her had even managed to win her heart, but his own affections ultimately belonged to another, and she had to come to terms with her inability to change that. All she could do was remain grateful at finally having a group of people that would accept her for who she was and be there for her no matter what. Now was the time for her to do some good with that newfound peace.

"Well, here I go..." Nia momentarily relaxed herself and channeled her energy to allow her true nature to come to the surface.

Nia's bodysuit vanished in favor of much more revealing garbs reminiscent of a shrine maiden. Her catlike ears and hair lengthened with ether spots appearing all over her clothes and skin. This was the form that symbolized both all of the mistakes in her life and all the good she now sought to do, and she was prepared to let the whole world know it.

"My lady... Are you sure this is necessary?" Dromarch wanted to be sure she had thought this through.

"Yes, it is," Nia nodded, "How long do you think I could run this place effectively while keeping my true self and abilities a secret? Am I supposed to give people more shite about first aid, bed rest, and plenty of juice? We're doing this because I swore that I was done with nonsense like that. I want people to know just what kind of power it is that's curing all of their illnesses and injuries. I want to be able to put my true self out there not just for my sake, but for anyone else out there like me."

Those like her. The ones she spoke of were the flesh eaters, the supposedly cursed blades who had bonded with human cells. In addition to being granted the burden of mortality, they had long since been the victims of a societal stigma that didn't know what to make of the permanent union between blade and human. She and several others had faced persecution and imprisonment as a result, but, with the Indoline Praetorium now a thing of the past, Nia was hoping to make a fresh start. With her tainted core crystal now out on full display, Nia was staring as intently at her reflection as ever. Her focus was on what most knew to be her face, but what she knew to truly be the face she took on of her dearly departed sister, having taken on her appearance more closely as a byproduct of their union. It was a face that brought her great comfort when she gazed upon it but also invoked a sense of deep regret. This was a lasting memento of the girl who was the first of many close to her that she failed save for one reason or another. Tears began to well up in her eyes not just from thinking of all the hardships she had endured because of who she was, but all that she was now capable of as a result. For all of the burdens that came alongside her transformation, it was also accompanied by the birth of an astonishing power. Healing blades were not all that rare, and she had started as a pretty talented one herself, but the fusion of her body with that of her Gormotti sister gave rise to something out of an entirely different realm. What started out as the ability to aid with cell regeneration evolved into the ability to manipulate human and blade biology at will. Even the most debilitating diseases imaginable could be beaten back by her with but a thought and a wave of the hand. Her capabilities to restore life ascended to a level where she was able to briefly get the upper hand against the destructive powers of the Aegis itself. "There is no wound you can inflict that I cannot heal!" was her bold declaration in that battle, and Nia intended to adapt it into the credo that ran this new clinic of hers. Even so, she couldn't help but remember that she only gained this strength as a result of her failure to save her sister, but her spine stiffened, and a tender smile came to her face when she also realized that this power was also the legacy of that beloved sister. This power was the final gift that she had bequeathed unto her. It was all that was now left of her in this world, and she was going to make it a gift admired and appreciated around the globe. Nia wiped away the final few tears, now fully ready and resolved to make her mark on the world as the most powerful healing blade on the planet.

"Well, Dromarch? Shall we begin the wait for our first patient?" she optimistically fished out the key for the front door to the building from the dresser in the room.

"As you wish, my lady," the white tiger retained some reservations but remained fully supportive of her endeavors.

With a few clicks of the lock, Nia stepped out the door to plant herself outside of the building in eager anticipation of the first person in need of her services. It coincided all too well with the first light of the sun peeking over the horizon. Nia had always loved the promise of a new day dawning, but this particular sunrise signaled the dawn of a whole new era in her life. The miracle hospital she had dreamed of for so many months was officially open for business.