How peculiar.

Was what he thought when he first saw you. A timid and wary individual, coming to Bubu pharmacy and asking for a strange assortment of herbs.

Everytime you came, wearing a mask, and looking as sickly as ever. You looked fragile, he thought. And the herbs you asked for were random.

Today he approached you, he'd rather treat you instead of let you continue buying these herbs.

"Hello dear." He cooed, the usual gentle, closed-eyed smile on his face as he adjusted his glasses.