Rinoa loved healing people that it why it is her job. Unfornately she could not find one person to heal to day, she had been wondering around for hours with what seemed like there was no life around. She had come up to the healing temple and enterd when she got in side she found nothing but an empty room. She then went and sat down at the front of the temple stands, she heard the door open behind her she quickly turned around and hoped it was somebody that need healing.

Shynthriir was wounded, he had been in a battle in woods just outside town and though he won the fight, he was still hurt. A cut ran across his right arm and his left shoulder was badly cut as well. He would have normally healed himself, but he couldn't move hsi arms without much pain and he knew it wound be a lot better if he had someone else do it for him.

A bloodied shirt was wrapped around his arm and his shoulder was exposed to the air, though it was not a pleasant sight. He held in the pain, but from the looks, he knew that he was lucky to still be alive, and walking at that. He only hoped to make it to the healing hall.

By the time he got there, he had lost a good amount of blood, and he fainted at the enterence. Hopefully, someone would be there to help him.