"I'm quite fond of it. There are supposed to be two better versions you can pick up at higher circles, but neither of them last as long so they sound less useful for blowing people's socks off in a concert or dealing with an ongoing emergency so I'm not sure I'd get as much use out of them. May Desna aid you in your travels!"

"Thanks!"

She samples some of the food on her way out, learns some names, smiles at some people, corrects a mispronunciation of her name, and then is on her way to look for the plumed fellow.

There are a couple of injured crusaders over there with some civilians that seem to be being seen to by a young girl with burnt arms and a crow on her shoulder, but none of them seem to have a plume on their helmet.

She'll swing by the girl - elf might well mean pointy ears, the Storyteller had those. "Good day."

"I hope it'll be a good day too. There are a lot of people who are hurting from all the fighting, but if we all do our best we can help everyone, and maybe then people will stop lashing out at everyone else out of pain and fear. Most people make better decisions when they're doing better."

"Are you Ember?" It's a weird choice of moniker for a person with burn scars who is not, because of weird local rules, an illustrati, but it's none of Ky's business.

"Yes, and this is Soot," she says, gesturing to the bird. "Do you need help? You look like you're in some pain, but I can't see any injuries on you, so maybe I'm wrong."

"I actually do have an odd curse wound but I'm coping and channels don't fix it. Right now I'm trying to figure out how to maximize the odds that tomorrow will be a good day, by forming a party suitable to cover an attempt to fix the wardstone."

"I'm sorry to hear that; maybe someday I'll figure out how to help you but I don't know it yet."

The girl looks like she considers it her personal responsibility to make sure everyone is always okay and this is her failing her job.

"The way you say that, it sounds important, and you don't seem like you're afraid so maybe it's a good idea, but I don't know what that means or what you'll be doing."

"The Storyteller - I don't know if you're acquainted - says that the stone can be repaired with some of Deskari's blood. I have a sample. In theory I just need to go apply the blood to the stone. But there's a lilitu in there, among others."

"That does sound hard. I would love to be able to help demons too, but they've spent their whole life learning that the only way to get anywhere is to constantly be willing and able to hurt and betray everyone around them, or else bow their heads and obey the orders of whoever can until that changes, and it's extremely difficult for them to heal from that kind of hurt when they're constantly stuck in the same situation. I mostly try putting them to sleep if they're in the middle of hurting people, but that doesn't last forever and then sometimes people try killing them while they're asleep which makes things even harder."

"- I had not come by the impression that they were able to recover, I'd love to see an example if you've gotten that far with anybody!"

"Mostly I just try to work with helping cultists recover, since nobody will let me keep a demon long enough to see if I'll get anywhere; they all get nervous about the fact that it's probably a trick and I can't guarantee I'll be able to stop them it they change their mind. But they're people, just like you and me and Soot, that can have experiences and change and grow, just ones that have suffered terribly. Is it really so hard to believe that some of them could come to be better and not worse?"

"It seems plausible but I'd never seen one before yesterday so I didn't have many preconceptions either way. Your bird is a person? Hello, Soot, I'm Kybele the Curator."

The crow caws something that sounds affirmative at her.

"He is! Grandmother sent him here to help me, though he has a hard time using words with most people. You can talk to a lot of animals if you know what you're doing, but most of them can't carry on much of a conversation and aren't nearly as smart as Soot is."

"There are people who are very good with birds back home but I think not in quite this way." Will Soot let her pet him.

Soot will tolerate this as long as she is gentle about it.

She is. "What a lovely bird. Would you be willing to help with the wardstone? Even if there's hope for the demons it seems like a lower rate of them appearing would make it easier on everybody."

She visibly considers it.

"If my being there means that less people get hurt, not more, then I probably should. It's important to help people when they get injured, but it's better to keep them from being injured in the first place."

She finishes healing up the last of the people waiting on her help, and is thanked profusely.

"If you're heading around to everywhere in the city that's in trouble to ask the people there for help, I think I should go with you to where the people in trouble are rather than wait for them to come to me. Do you mind if I come with now, at least for a bit?"

"I don't see why not. I'm looking for a fellow who should have a red plume on his head."

It transpires that such an individual is not especially difficult to find; they're working with several paladins (or at least people dressed like it) on excavating a collapsed house that has some people trapped inside. A few of them will greet her when they see her, but not stop their work; they don't appear especially nervous about demons deciding they make easy targets.

Ky will help with the excavation if they'd like another pair of hands!

They'd appreciate it! Once enough rock is moved for the family to get out and Ember has healed them, one of them will ask Kybele if she's new in Kenabres.

"I am - in fact, I don't even remember how I got here! But there's been too much to do to dive into that mystery. Right now I'm recruiting. I have a recommendation of a Thall! Is that you?" she asks the plumed fellow.

He looks a bit nervous at the question, though he does his best to hide it, and is perhaps a bit upset he doesn't have a good excuse to demand to know who's asking.

"Yes, that's me."