"That is an unkind name," she managed at last, "but it a pleasure to meet you, Dezzi. I am Khemrys, healer and stillmistress, now doctor in this place." She would NEVER call the girl by her given name, no. Not unless circumstances were dire.

"And this is Rimia, the city calls her my secretary." She was, of course, introducing the girl to a snail that looked like pastel painting left in the rain. Said snail was bouncing and chirping cheerfully on a plant by the desk.