"Say no more. My illness... can you cure it?"
"I can..." the Healer answered with certainty, though his voice seemed tinged with a hint of sorrow.
"There's no time to waste. Let's do it now." The straw creature wriggled directly to the Healer's side, found a chair, and sat down.
After a moment's hesitation, the Healer gently placed his hand upon the straw creature's body.
A faint healing power traveled from the gaunt arm into the straw creature's body. This healing power was unlike any Mo Ling had seen before; it was dim and chaotic, like that of a novice.
"Your healing skills are terrible," the straw creature remarked with a note of resignation.
"I'm self-taught. It took me a long time just to master this much. Don't be so demanding..."
