(Third Person POV)
"Anna!" One of the girls called out. "You're a healer, aren't you?"
Anna paused from gathering firewood, brushing dirt off her trembling hands. She looked up, hesitant, then gave a small nod. "I am… but I'm just a C-rank healer."
"It's fine. Come help my friend—she's hurt."
Anna quickly set her bundle of sticks aside and hurried over. A girl sat on a fallen log, holding her leg with a small, shallow cut. "I must've gotten it while gathering firewood," she said, wincing dramatically.
Anna knelt feeling relieved it was nothing serious. Healing was the one thing she could do, the only thing that gave her purpose. Maybe… if she helped, they'd see she wasn't so useless. Maybe they'd accept her, and that way, she wouldn't be as lonely as she was in her own father's home.
She reached out, channeling her magic but the girl screamed.
Anna's breath hitched. "W-what's wrong?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her jade-green eyes flickered with panic.
