"Oh, no, no, no," Daci was quick to answer, seeming alarmed at the implication that she might be sick.
As a Naiad, she wouldn't get sick unless something happened to the water where she was born. If it got worse than what it was when she was born within the waters, she'd start to feel it. It wouldn't be good. There was also the pendant that her and her brothers wore that had some of the water within it.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm not sick. My name is Daciana Montagne. The clinic's owner asked for a few commissions to hang in the waiting room and the offices?"
Hopefully the nurse knew what she was talking about and could help her. She had been told she'd get a tour of the building and a rundown of what kind of patrons they got here on the regular. "It's nice to meet you, Nurse Van Der Zee. Do you think you could show me around so I can get a feel for the place? I'd hate to put the wrong kind of paintings here."
That southern accent was even more pronounced when she spoke more than seven words. Sometimes it seemed people couldn't understand what she was saying because of it.