Her eyes brightened in admiration. "You're a healer?"

At least, that's what it sounded like. Ariadne had a great deal of respect for healers. They could literally grant life, under the right circumstances. They could find it in the dust and the dirt. There had been a moment or two, in her childhood, when she considered becoming one. The problem was that a healer had to know when to give up.

Ariadne wasn't good at that part.

Anyway, she served the resistance better with the skills she did possess.