"Ohh I'm sorry. I forgot that you couldn't speak," Fina rubbed her hair again.
"This is a healer that I happened to meet while i was in market,"
"This is my younger brother Fiston also called fist whose 14,"
Fiston squinted his eyes at the stranger with a straw hat "Sis, how sure are you that he is one?"
Fina stretched her hand towards him "Well, the weaving style of his basket, the white clothes he's dressed in as well as the herbs in his basket and the weapon at his back. These are what distinguish a healer," She pointed out.
Fiston immediately beamed "Really!"
Not sooner had he let his guard down did he began to complement this stranger which he had become a fan in the process.
"It's fascinating, you get to travel around bringing medicine to many others around and helping to treat injuries and diseases of those you meet along the way,"
The young boy then stopped
"Alright that's enough now," Fina cut him off his antics.
"Come with me," She said whilst dragging Tultul by the hand as they entered the house while being followed by an excited kid.
An old woman with gray hair laid quietly on the hide mat while having a pink swollen face and clenching the floor.
"Mother!" Her daughter screamed at the sight of this, dropping her leather bag in shock.
"How bad has her condition gotten?" Fina asked before placing her hand on the forehead.
She withdrew her hand immediately and turned to her brother "Her conditions are worse than before. What happened?"
"I don't know, mother's body heat just kept rising since you left,"
"Did you boil the herbs to give to her?"
Fiston gave a nod at her question.
Tultul looked around the house for a while before making his way towards the old lady who was struggling to breath.
He knelt before her and touched her arm and his brows furrowed.
"I'm no healer but the cause of this sickness is strong," he thought.
"Thankfully, she can be healed with my powers but I'll have to make something first so that I don't seem suspicious,"
He turned to the basket which he had placed by his side and started choosing which herbs were more suitable and what he was going to coccont.
Fina looked at him puzzled as he went outside and began to sort the herbs out.
"It seems the healer knows what to do or what I hope he knows," She said in her head while watching him depart.
All of a sudden, Tultul, who was starting to peel the leaves from some herbs, raised his head to the sky.
"Around this time, my sadness phase is said to be the most dominant. So I'll have to go with a concoction that'll bring out a sweet bitter taste to be effective enough,"
Personally, he had tasted all of the herbs in his basket and knew by memory which one was more suitable for a sweet bitter mixture.
Taking a bowl from his basket as well as a pestle, he began crushing the herbs.
"Do you need water?"
Upon taking a look at the owner of the voice, he responded with a nod.
Not long afterwards, a bowl of water was placed beside him as he poured a stack of yellow leaves into it.
After a few minutes, he was finally done with the mixture he intended and drained the greenish water out of it into another bowl.
Fina who was watching him throughout was taken aback when she was given the water bowl.
"This it what I should give her?"
Upon receiving the response, Fina stood beside her mother and offered the bowl to her. Her brother had rushed in to help stabilize their mother to sit.
With trembling hands, her mother brought the bowl closer to her face with her support. After gulping down the entire mixture, her eyes suddenly changed colour for a while and then she fell unconscious.
Fina was about to react to this but when Tultul entered and waited behind her, she calmed down.
Not long after she was asleep, the siblings mother slowly opened her eyes, her slow and ragged breathing had been resolved but the puffy pink face still remained.
"Thank you!" She said with a smile.
Tultul replied with a smile of his own and bowed before turning towards the house's exit.
"Wait!" Fina stopped him with her scream.
"Please stay here for today, it is getting dark and a lot of things are not safe around this time."
"She's right," Tultul replied in his mind before turning back and giving a nod.
The sky had long turned dark when a bowl of mushroom soup was brought to him while he sat on the bare floor with the rest of the family.
He had removed the straw hat and revealed his full features.
"Thank you very much." Fina expressed her gratitude for the upteenth time.
"You must have come from a distant land before you arrived here?" said her mother who was busy chewing on a vegetable Shawn found to resemble broccoli.
The traveller just responded with a nod at the question.
"Hmm. The life of a healer, tedious but also an adventurous one," said Fiston who was busy brimming at the ceiling making Tultul procure a thought which he later shrugged off.
But when he soon fell asleep, he was unaware of the discussion taking place with his absence or so anyone would think.
When morning came, the disguised higher being slowly rose from the bed made from animal skin which he had slept on and prepared himself.
Just as he was about to touch the door, he heard a loud yell from behind him. Fiston was now with a basket that had been strapped to his back and looked all ready.
He raised an eyebrow at this but was met with the smiles from the family.
"Once again, we are extremely grateful for your help to my mother," Fina said with a bow.
"And in exchange for that, we both decided that it would be best if my younger brother fiston where to learn from you and travel along when you leave and when he came back he would be a bonafide healer,"
Tultul touched his lips and looked at them.
"Oh that," Fina and her mother smiled awkwardly.
"Fiston is quite understanding of hand signs and body language like me."
He finally gave up and sighed "Are you sure?"
Shock appeared on everyone's face the moment he spoke.
"It's not that I cannot talk but that I hardly speak and when I do I usually talk "
"So I'll have to ask, are you sure that your son is fit for this role?"
"The life of a healer is adventurous but at the same time it is fraught with deadly journeys, risky searches and there is also the chance of one getting attacked by rogues,"
"With that spear at your back, you can pretty much fend off rogues by yourself even if my brother were to come with you,"
"She has good judgment," he slightly tilted his head.
"As for the other two, an adventure is never known to have good remarks besides work here would have bored my brother already and he'll have left out of his own volition,"
"Alright,"
"Come along then," he proceeded to put his straw hat back in his head concealing half of his facial features which Fina found attractive.
"I'll still be back before the day ends. I do have other clients to get too," he said before leaving with her younger brother.
Fina could only sigh as she saw his distancing figure "What a pity,"
The sooner the duo left the house, Tultul headed towards the direction of the city gate. Fiston was able to understand without explanation as they reached the gates where they were stopped by the guards.
"We're just going to collect some herbs around to help treat the puffy face victims,"
"Oh," the guards moved backwards, allowing them to pass.
When nighttime came, the duo returned back to the house to rest and resumed work in the day.
"I wonder how Semna and the others will feel about this?" Shawn pondered for a while but his thoughts were soon interrupted by the system.
[Congratulations, you have completed 1,500 years of watching your world (Ornio) grow. Reward - 5,000CP]
"Yes!" Shawn yelled before jumping up from the couch in excitement.
"Okay now, I want to log out,"
[Logging creator out of World in 3…2…1]
"Wait wait wait…"
His yells did nothing as everywhere soon became blank and he began to slowly open his eyes to notice the ceiling's existence.
He then rubbed his forehead before he got off the bed and stretched his muscles. As he approached the door and was about to touch the door knob, he was suddenly hit with a throbbing pain from his forehead.
"What's this pain?" he groaned as his grip on the handle loosened while the noise of the pain became louder.
"A headache perhaps?"
"Bump thump bump thump!"
He screamed "Mother!"