"Mmmn. Well." She laughs; a rich, melodious sound smooth as her namesake. "Somepony leaped to conclusions about the meaning of my Cutie Mark and pushed me towards singing as a career. Not a very pleasant experience."

Not the most unpleasant experience she's had by far, but never mind that. Let's not drag her world into this one when she can help it.

She twirls an empty glass that used to contain a Bloody Mary, brushing the bottom with a celery stick held in her will.

"Healing, now healing is something I've always wanted to do. The power of life. The power to take away pain - or at least to help people transcend it, draw power from it. I have no regrets."