More years have passed after Erik returned and told me he had passed the knight exam. Of course things between us were a little awkward after that, but we had a lot of time to get over the awkwardness and continue our friendship the way it was.
Now I'm a hundred and twenty years old. Erik is a hundred and twenty-two years old. He has grown in rank. Of course I knew he would, but I didn't expect it to be so quickly. I'm certain their are older men in the King's army. But I'm happy. Every promotion is a step closer to his goal as general.
As for me, we'll, I guess I can use the word splendid proudly now. I have become a splendid healer. I know I can get better, but I'm pretty good right now. Better than some, or most.
