Origins

My mother died just over two centuries ago. I used the potions she had taught me to ease her suffering, helping her breathe easier, softening her pain. Not long after, I crossed paths with Florence Nightingale. I shared with her what my mother had shown me: how to wash wounds, how to stop bleeding, how to relieve pain with herbs. She promised to carry that knowledge forward. I asked her to keep my name quiet. Witches who tried to help were still burned, and I would not risk it.