Melissa pleases!  Here she is.

"Hello Melissa, I'm Cam. How much d'you already know?"

"You're a powerful creature from a mystical other world with the ability to make objects out of nothing.  And you can't be harmed."

"Inexact but basically correct! And you're a crystal healer, tell me about that? We don't have it in my mystical other world."

"I arrange crystals in specific patterns that align with the body's natural resonances in order to heal or prevent injuries or illnesses."

"Oh, it prevents them too, neat, how well?"

"Wholly, for most influenzas; reliably, for particular activities known in advance to be risky; proactively, for long-term health and wellness; better than nothing, for whatever else might come up."

"Nifty. I hear there is soon to be less call for your services locally, why might that be?"

Melissa glances over at Andrea.

Who remains pleasantly neutral.

"Well . . . it's because of you, isn't it?"

"I have yet to go far wrong assuming that things are because of me but I was hoping for more detail. Like, should I be imagining that you are presently employed in the maintenance of captives, or just that the service market is going to crash if a lot of people kill themselves."

"Are a lot of people going to kill themselves!"

"I wouldn't say 'a lot'.  A fair few; not enough to crash any industries."

"Why?"

"Well, because of him.  Or because of ourselves."

"Hm."

"Does that mean you are currently employed in the maintenance of captives?"

"I do lots of things."

"But yes, the comparative lack of captives maintenance is why crystal healers as a whole are freed up enough for this offer."

"Sketch, but I should probably have some crystal healer around. Do you have an opinion on New Year's Eves, my current crystals person is one."

"Not a particular one."

"Damn, I was hoping that would be a really high-information interview question. Are you in fact interested in moving to my city in a cavern in the column below the surface of this Earth, which is going to be substantially occupied by resurrectees and sapient cats, and doesn't have comms service yet but it's on my to-do list, and is currently awkwardly illiquid?"

"I don't know what a few of those words mean but it sounds nice."

"Sorry, I don't actually speak Latin, I speak a mysteriously near-identical language from another universe."