who lives behind the doors in the hillside. It’s a wee house, compared to being outside, but it suits me well enough. I’ve seen you under the oak that’s older than everything, reading your books and watching me work. I’m shy around other people, but I learned to not hide. Can’t have a greenhouse underground, can you? That would be stranger than any medicine woman’s arts. And that’s all I am, you see. No curses, no poisons, no poof! you’re-a-toad spells. Just a healer of other folks’ maladies. Almost no crazier than anyone else, except that I wear my hair a different color sometimes, so I’ll have someone new to talk to.