“Ah, my son, you saw the day of my birth! I am a clone of Via, Master Healer Of Ishah. From the day Feia Na created the first Ishah, and my forefathers collected all healing known, we of Ishah tried to learn all we can about how to heal all species.

“At my birth I followed Ashapat and learned from him. He expects, that I know more healing than him, to help him with Rahn Estar. All the work that we did on Ishah, Pirad did for galaxies far beyond our thirteen! And ours. Yet, even he cannot tell me what to do for these poor people!

“There are limits to our healing. I heard the memories you shared with Lady Ella. And, those of many others. It disturbs me greatly that Farleikon had to go to battle in the war, and come home to this! Many of Elshar Zheiea are unwell today when they should be healthy!

“Look at this world!” He spread an arm out, stretching all three flat fingers out, and graced the circle of brightly-colored buildings around us. His sunny orange color made a sad contrast to the white and sometimes, gray skin on Zheien. “There are as many flowers here as there are on Ishah, but here I will na have to weary people with constant advice on which herbs to take in which month, to counter poisons from our mines. Advice which, unfortunately, Galarsmen ignored, to the detriment of his people.”

“Ignored?” I couldn’t wrap my head around that! A master healer? I pulled my blond hair back and enjoyed the warm, flower-scented breeze. This place was a warm, pleasant yellow, from the sand, which had different shades in it depending on how close it was to mud marshes. The sky varied from nearly orange high up to a nice, golden yellow near the horizon, with yellow clouds golden, wafting across it. Yes, a beautiful place. More people walked around on their healers’ arms today than when we first came.

“Yes. I sent many databases of healing with this colony. Well, my fae Harvieah did. Memories of his complaints, and my fa Vanvia, fill my old head! I sent healers to ask Galarsmen of the welfare of his colony. He told them, ‘we are a dying colony, so what does it matter, what I do? I will see to their comfort, before they die.‘

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“And I have all his reports, of how many soldiers left them and na returned, for no one ever returns from war. Rarely, one returns. But, all who left for D’gharr did return, and few of them, injured! Because Eriganh, for some reason, left the war, and left our galaxy! Most who met a soldier are either dead or mostly well. But of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers sent from Elshar Mashai, most were Elshar.

“I am na impaired in my mind, that I would think Elshars well after seeing horrors of war! Na, but they na admit to it. Artisans, perhaps, will cry with one another and practice their art, and have comfort. Traders will trade and mortality among them tells of their unwell.

“Ishah, and there were thousands who went there, and fewer thousands who survived the shock of returning with those memories, augh, those memories! They must sit with their healers and eat of Remembrance, and if they are ever well again, it is their Elshar portion that helps.

“But, Zheien who see such, what shall I do? If I give him umar seg, he suffers to know he missed time and is unwell. If I allow memories to stay, he is unwell. All those rescued from D’gharr who died, Pirad revived them. But my host speaks with frantic master healers in many Rainbow colonies here in Alb and he sent my bae to them, so I am here to stay in this one. Pirad can remove intensity from memories, and he did so with young Farley, did he?” His blue eyes wavered between light and dark as he looked at me, and his orange skin paled just a bit. Wind teased his long, straight silver hair.

“He did. It doesn’t help him not to get upset!” I sobbed, out there in front of everybody!

Via hugged me. “Child, turn your mind from this harm. You have a talent for progs. Let us inspect these progs, and perhaps you can see those we should add, for these people. Pirad has much tech he na uses. We do, also that we collected from many species who died in Eriganh’s attacks. Some that he wanted, left on D’gharr, that my healers collected in secret. D’gharr’s Council would use Eriganh’s tech against him, and his anger—”