Sky Hoshizora sat staring down at her drink, lost in thought. Around her other Astrologians were coming and going, busy with various tasks for Ishgard. The guild hall in the Pillars had never been her favorite of locations, but she wasn't willing to brave the elements for a return trip back to Gridania during the deep of the winter storms.

Winter storms. The thought prompted her mind to wander back to the Seeker miqo that she had met, well more like saved, recently. It was really too bad they weren't likely to meet again. There was something about the woman that had made her feel at ease despite their short acquaintance. In another life, maybe they could have been friends. With that sobering thought, Sky gave a glare to her wine before beginning to stand. She stopped short as an axe filled her vision and a thud assaulted her ears.

"I need you." Sky's eyes widened at the gruff, staccato voice. She lifted her gaze, then felt her eyes widen further as she realized that she needed to keep lifting and a wall of fabric stood before her. A massive Roegadyn loomed over her, his golden eyes narrowed. She couldn't be sure if they were narrowed at her or if it was due to the scarring bisecting his nose and giving him a squinted look. Her own ears pinned down to the sides of her head as the imposing figure invaded her personal space.

"Excuse me?" She found herself snapping with a bravado she didn't actually feel. She wasn't sure when or how she had pissed this man off, but given the well-used nature of his axe she wasn't sure his bad side was where she wanted to be. Her mother had always said he mouth would be the death of her someday, and it was looking like that might be this day. She went with it though, no sense in running now that she'd stuck her foot in her mouth. She still found herself flinching as he brandished an arm at her.

"You heal, right? Opal said to find a short, little, dark skinned Keeper miqo'te here. That's you right?" He began undressing before her eyes, and Sky felt her cheeks flushing, a deeper color staining her night sky-colored cheeks. She averted her eyes, wondering if she had hit her head and was hallucinating. The others in the room giving the massive man strange looks were enough to assure her that this was not a dream. As he managed to remove his thick, well-worn jacket from his shoulders, Sky felt her eyes widen for a much different reason. The skin was a putrid, purple shade and she could feel the heat emanating from where she stood. The man had infection in the joint. She felt the calm, rational mask of a healer replacing her earlier rising panic. The demeanor of a woman who had been in battle time and time again.

"Let's go." She ushered him towards one of the private rooms for healing. There was no moving the man, but her sudden shift seemed to blindside him and he followed, subdued. The room felt almost too small with his presence, but she paid it no mind as she directed him to lay on the small bed. She stopped short, realizing the issue as she drank in the sight of him standing beside the suddenly miniscule seeming bed. "No matter, on the floor then." She stared at the Roegadyn, no question of him following her orders. He blinked those clear, honeyed eyes but obeyed her words and lowered himself to the floor before her.

"Phearless, by the way." He said, breathless as her small, slim hands prodded and passed over his fevered flesh. She would have sworn she saw him wince, but it was over as soon as it came. Her probing fingers confirmed the fear of infection ravaging his system and residing deep in his shoulder joint. Immediately, she began channeling aether, humming softly to herself as she held her astrometer in one hand and kept one against his skin.

Sky's ears twitched at his introduction, letting herself get into her routine before allowing herself to respond to the man. "Sky Hoshizora. Did you not have access to a healer? Even a basic one? There's no reason to allow oneself to get to this point otherwise." Red stained Phearless's cheeks at her words, and he pointedly looked away from the small healer. The hand resting on his shoulder clenched, digging her nails into his flesh. "No. Reason." Sky felt herself enunciating, eyes widening with each word.

They lapsed into a silence, a warm blue light filling the room as she worked. Sky felt her mind wandering to the feeling of the solid muscles beneath her palm. She felt her skin flush once again as she realized the gist of the thoughts she was having. She shook her head, speeding up her work. There was no reason to be thinking such thoughts about a complete stranger. Well, he HAD introduced himself.

"Opal was right, you are good at this." The Roegadyn said as the blue glow faded and he rolled his shoulder. The skin was a normal shade now, and Sky breathed a sigh as she sat back. She felt drained, realizing there had been more to heal than she had initially thought. It was clear to her neither this man, nor her other new friend, Opal, took very good care of themselves.

"Yes. Let's go." She said, only slightly sagging as she stood.

"Where?" He moved quickly forward, catching her small frame easily. She melted into the warm body, allowing him to help her move back to the main room. He was easily twice her size, but she'd never felt safer or more comfortable than where she was nestled in his massive arms.

"Not like I can let the two of you keep going like this. I've never seen two people who needed a healer more than the pair of you." She led him back to where she had left her bag and her deck of cards. The satchel hanging from her previous chair was filled with most of her belongings, as she had always travelled lightly. Home would always be Gridania, but she could easily see home being where the giant man in front of her was. "I'll go where ever you lead." She said, starting to hoist the bag.

"Let me." Phearless said softly, snagging her satchel and hefting it over his shoulder. "Let's go find Opal."