Healer's Paradise

The last traces of the hearty meal lingered on Xion's tongue. The warm soup was delicious, and so was the freshly baked bread. It tasted particularly nice when eaten on a slightly chilly morning.

Clearing his throat, Xion was about to speak but halted. "Old man" felt like the wrong name to call someone who had been nothing but kind, even if the said old man never complained.

After some internal debate, he settled on the simplest form of address. "Mister."

Xion slightly leaned forward on the sturdy wooden table, "Mister, can you help me with something?"

Berry glanced up from his plate, meanwhile, his jaw was busy chewing on an impressively large chunk of meatloaf. He raised a bushy eyebrow, silently encouraging Xion to continue.

"I need to open a temporary clinic. As you already know, I am a healer, but I am not good with anything else." Xion scratched his chin in embarrassment.