Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Jasmine, I'm trying to help you here," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "If you keep playing mysterious, I'll just leave, and you can enjoy your secrets all by yourself. I'm not asking because I care about your past—I just want to know if you can stand on your own."
Jasmine hesitated again, her shoulders slumping slightly before she finally answered. "I... I have a healing talent," she admitted quietly.
Arthur nodded, his expression unreadable. "A healing talent," he repeated. "That's good. Healing talents are valuable. You can make a living off that easily."
Jasmine looked up at him, her cheeks faintly flushed. "What level are you?" Arthur asked next.
"Level two," she mumbled, barely audible.
Arthur raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Instead, he stepped past her into the room, closing the door behind him.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she stammered, "W-what are you doing?"
