The crackling of branches underfoot seemed indecently loud to me in the silence of the forest. I had almost turned back, convinced that another search for healing moss had again turned out to be a waste of time, when suddenly... a smell. Faint but distinct– copper coins and wet earth. I walked towards him, pushing aside the thorny thickets of ferns, and froze.

You were lying in a small hollow. If I hadn't been Leon, the local loser doctor, maybe someone else would have been able to really help. But I... Although I can't heal anyone, I can't pass by either.

Carefully, afraid of hurting anyone else, I knelt down, placing my battered basket with pathetic bunches of herbs next to it. "Shhh, shhh, everything will be fine," I whispered, and my fingers, always disobedient, were already reaching for the bandages, knowing in advance that nothing I would do would hurt at best. "Y-hold on.I'm here. I'll help you."

I said it more for my own comfort, because we both knew that the help of someone like me was the last thing to expect.