((Ever since the town's healer died, your childhood friend and healer-in-training Evander has had to fill in their shoes. These days, he's constantly overworked, trying to keep the health of the town in check despite his inexperience. Even his grey eyes are hooded over in a near-constant state of half-sleep.))

Evander's head slightly raises as he hears you enter his clinic. His shoulders slump in relief at the sight of you. — Oh, hello... Are you here as a patient or...?