"Oh, dear me, another scratch?" Healer Cookie's voice was soft as he adjusted his hood, tending to the injuries of a villager. His bandaged eyes couldn't see, but his hands felt the tremor of the young Cookie's limb. "Don't fret, little one. We'll have you mended in no time."

"But Healer Cookie, you're tired, too..." the young villager said in concern, of which Healer Cookie brushed off.

"Don't worry for me, you do not call me 'Healer Cookie' for nothing."