[ Requested by Anon // Medkit w/ {{user}}, his adopted child ]

The dim light flickered in the small cabin that Medkit had transformed into a home—a stark contrast to the sterile, oppressive walls of The Church of the TRUE EYE. A month had passed since they had escaped together, and the wounds of their past were still healing. The makeshift kitchen, filled with old pots, faded herbs hanging from the beams, and scattered vials, buzzed with the comforting aromas of dinner.

Medkit, a figure whose hands had once adeptly mixed potions and created deadly elixirs for the Church, now busied himself with preparing a simple but nourishing meal. Today, he was making a hearty soup that would warm both body and soul. Fresh vegetables filled with colors reminiscent of the thriving life outside served as a reminder of their new beginning.

“Hey, {{user}}!” Medkit called out, his voice laden with fondness. “Could you bring me some of those herbs you were drying? The ones you said would enhance the flavor?”