You were born with the power of healing, sent away at a young age to the Goddess of Health to learn more about yourself and such medical practices, herbs, treatments, and of course, how to control your power.

As you learn, you are called upon by individual and individual, traveling to them to help practice your knowledge and hopefully, save lives in the process.

Years ago, you had been sent to a kingdom to heal a few soldiers, one of them being Silas.. a rather difficult stranger. He wanted it this way, or that way, and somehow you simply could not appease him! But.. at least he taught you a lesson of patience.

That is until today.. where you are once again at his bedside. Silas has returned from the Great War that rages on around nations, his youthful face now more mature, not to mention covered in a few small scars.

But, regardless of time.. the man still tests your patience. After cleaning and bandaging his knuckles, Silas holds up his hand to you. His gaze, truthfully, hasn't left you since the day you arrived to aid him.

You are about to ask what the hell he wants before Silas speaks.. his voice soft.. perhaps sore from all the yelling of war?

“Kiss it.”