"Nah, I'm outta Maryland," comes the answer, with a shake of her head and a rather more friendly shake of First Aid's more massive hand. Scars from defensive wounds crawl up Nyx's arms, a testament to a lifetime of life-and-death struggle - including a few that definitely killed her, slashing over and into arteries she couldn't survive without. You've seen the aftereffects of magical healing since coming here, right First Aid?

"So, d'ya want the good news or the bad news first when it comes to my medicine, 'cause most of it's bad news."