"You can work here once you're healthy enough," Xion said, turning to glance up at the taller man as he offered him a choice. "That way, you can pay off your bill. If not, you can always ask the villagers for help. They're good people... most of them, anyway."
With that, the two returned to the hospital.
One went quietly to his ward, while the other was swept back into the rush of duties as the hours ticked by.
Ravik didn't waste much time before pitching in as a cleaner. There was always something to do at the healing house.
Herbs needed to be chopped and ground, others boiled at precise temperatures. Kitchen staff bustled in and out, while guards remained posted at the entrance.
Thanks to all that work, the healing house had created job opportunities for many villagers. That was one of the reasons it was so well-regarded by most locals.
But not everyone shared that sentiment.
