Incident Of Love

Entering the room with a walk that could only be described as arduous and somewhat ridiculous, a certain bespectacled young man leaned over the wall with one arm, his other hand busy holding the waist.

"Oh hello, Toby, right?" having finished what she was doing, Minli walked up to him, beckoning him to lay down since he was seemingly having difficulties standing, helping him get to the bed, his face as pale as the sheets he laid upon, clearly overexerted on top of it all.

"Now, what's the matter? A bad fall?" suggested the healer as she prepared a variety of tools and concoctions to be used, it seemed like a likely option considering the state he was in, running through somewhere and falling on his waist, that would explain everything for sure.

"Hum… No, not quite…" responded Toby, rubbing his sweaty forehead.

"What is it then?" she pressed, clearly sensing that her current patient was unwilling to explain.