Witch
There was a certain art to making herbal cures. To put just enough of this in, to grate it so it was just the right texture, to make sure that the potency of the mixture was just right...
It took dead concentration, and she did not like to be interrupted as she did it.
It was her time to think. Not of her patients. Not of Sanosuke, Kenshin, or anyone else. Not of anything else, but herself. Her reflection.
Lovely, clever, foxy Megumi. The one who all the villagers were pleased to be treated by.
Who knew that she was once a witch that killed?
