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Being a Healer at a time like this one was quite exhausting, there were so many in need of his help that he felt he wasn't sleeping as much these days. It wasn't something that he could really complain about though, there were those who had it far worse then he did after all. So he was busy, so what? Those who fought, those who were injured, those who died, those were the ones that should actually be complaining but strangely enough there were a lot of them who weren't so much as complaining as just raring to get back to defending their homelands from the invaders. It was something that he couldn't help but to be impressed by.

Makani had taken a small break to get himself some water and a bit of food, breathing in the air outside the medical tents that he had found himself in so often, but he'd barely begun to eat when a woman was approaching him. He found himself getting briefed on the new patient, one who was 'right up his alley' and 'in need of Makani's help most of all' amongst other things that made him a little supicious about what the woman meant. When she finally told him he couldn't help but to feel a bit shocked. Blinded? He supposed he had some expertise in the matter but there was a bit difference between blind from birth and blinded by an attack. Not to mention that he had his magic to guide him in a way that some people couldn't understand. Still... he had to agree at least that he would understand the patient more then more could.

He was led to the tent that this particular patient was waiting in and stepped inside just as a voice called out to him. It was a sound that caused him to freeze in place for a moment, his mind whirling. The voice... sounded familiar... but he couldn't quite place it. Perhaps if the man said more? Walking forward toward him he said, "I'm here now, how can I help?" If only he could actually help but he supposed he would do what he could, right? He just hoped that it was enough in the end he thought to himself as he came to kneel down beside his newest patient.

Makani tilted his head to the side as the man started to speak, asking him a lot of questions, to the point where he almost felt as though he couldn't answer them all. Where he was, what happened to the battle he was in, how long he'd been out, how the war was going and many, many others. There were things in what he was saying though that first made him worried and then made his mouth drop open in utter shock. He... he didn't know? They hadn't told him? He had thought he was coming here to help him to deal with the fact that he had lost his sight but those who had worked with him to this point hadn't even told him?! They had dropped it on his shoulders!?

If that wasn't shock enough something else that he said made it seem for a moment as though the world had gone topsy turvy on him. He had spoke of his son, of Lusala, and it became clear why the voice sounded familiar. This was Lusala's father, the man that had made friends with Makani's father, someone he knew, and he couldn't help but to tear up a little. Yet another very unfair thing done by those of Oba, another thing that they had destroyed that they could never fix no matter what happened, yet another reason for him to never look kindly upon them no matter what he should do as a healer. He couldn't help but to feel angry at them despite the fact that he knew healers weren't supposed to differentiate, that they were supposed to help everyone no matter what.

Reaching out he searched for a moment before he found and took the man's hand in both of his, giving it a squeeze, before he said, "I... I'm sorry... I didn't know that they hadn't told you already and... I don't know where to start." He wished someone else was here, wished Lusala or his father Herluin was here, even Eira might be able to help more then he felt he could, "Let me see... what have you asked thus far. Where we are is Neued, it's in Southern Jauhar. I wish I could say how long you have been out but I am not sure, the days have been blurring together of late. The war... the war is... over at the moment at least, our people were forced to retreat." He felt a bit like some sort of doomsayer and that wasn't even the worst of what he was to tell the man.

"I... I can't say what sort of wound you have." He said, lifting one hand to let it hover in front of the bandage, allowing his magic to flow through the wound, to get a better feel for it. It felt traumatic, that much he could tell, "I... feel that you are right, there will likely be a scar but... I am afraid that isn't all. I was told about it and it seems that has fallen to me to tell you... that your wound, what it took from you, it's permanent." How he hated this, that they would drop this into his lap. He didn't know what the wound was like, how the man had gotten it, but they had left him to tell him! Just because he was blind himself didn't make it easier to tell someone else that they too were blind now he thought to himself in a very displeased manner. Cowards, all of them, and here he was left to pick of the pieces as they ran away. All he wanted to do was enfold the older man into his arms, to hug him, to try to make it better even though he knew he couldn't.

Makani wasn't sure what he thought about the way that the man was taking the news. Shouldn't he be more upset? Shouldn't he be mad? Want to curse about it? Instead he just said 'such was life' and that he could 'finally go home'. It was a little sad if you asked him but maybe, due to the injuries, he just wanted to get back to Lusala? It was probably easier to deal with such things when one had family around. As the other continued to talk Makani's mind started to race with each question the guy asked, until he found himself wondering exactly how the man was going to get home as well... after a moment he said, "I have an idea. I will send word to my father, he is nearby, having fought in the war as well. I am sure he will be able to help get you back. I would offer myself but the blind leading the blind... I fear we might not get anywhere."

Sure, he was able to see with his magic, but that was still only to a degree. There was too much danger out there for him to risk another person's life on the off chance that he might be able to lead the way. He felt that he needed so much more practice before he even attempted to go out into the world on his own... or at least somewhat on his own, he'd always have Rae after all. Even now the Raptrix was waiting for him just outside the tent, ready to aid him if he needed help.

"Hm, well you did get wake up, so perhaps you should rest up until my father gets here? I will send word straight away, but given how things are at the moment it could take a little while." The time it took would just give the man more time to rest though, which was likely a good thing. There was a moment he almost felt excited over knowing where Lusala was but he pushed that thought aside, not wanting to focus on him. He was here as a healer, was here for this man, he couldn't worry about Lusala right now he scolded himself as he got to his feet, "Let me see about getting a message sent to my father then I will return. Can I get you anything while I am out?" Provisions were a little lower then one would like but there were at least something held back for the patients.

Makani gave a bit of a smile, "Well, I know the memories are a little vague for me, but my father seemed to like you well enough. I know he can sometimes be a difficult man to make friends with, he's very stubborn and single minded, but still, he enjoyed the time the two of you spent together a lot." He told the man sitting with, wanting him to know that it would be alright. If anyone would be willing to help out as far as the Merchant master went it would be Herluin! At least that was how Makani felt.

Makani gave pause, feeling as if the world had slowed down around him, his cheeks going hot at the mention of Lusala being 'enamored' by him. It was something that he hadn't thought possible, he hadn't been able to meet with the guy again and pretty well figured that his childhood crush would have forgotten all about him. It wouldn't seem as though it were so though, huh? Maybe Lusala did think about him from time to time? It really was a nice thought he decided, giving a bit of a smile, "Ahh! Yes, you should focus on sleep. Once I get word from my father I will let you know." He shouldn't be keeping him at attention when he really should be resting, it was selfish of him and selfish wasn't a word that was supposed to be used when talking about a healer.

Giving a bit of a smile as he was about to head out he said, "My name is Makani." He found himself wondering if the guy would recall his name. Who knew, but if he did Makani would be happy, "I will check on you again soon, to see how you are doing. I have a few more rounds to make." With that he was on his way. He would see about getting the letter sent out to his father, go on his rounds, then return to check on his patient again. He knew why the man was given to him to take care but it didn't mean that he was pleased with the those who had handed him off. He would just have to do his best to take care of him until he was able to find Lusala who could probably be of a better help since he was the man's son.

Makani had gone to a messenger straight away, giving him the message that he needed to take down and then deliver to his father. He also told the man where Herluin should be at this time, leaving him to head off on his way. He was eager to get the letter back, wanting to be able to get his father here sooner then later, wanting to be able to help the merchant master back to Lusala. It wasn't for selfish reasons either, even if he would like to visit his old friend again. It was also because he was more then certain that at this moment what the man needed most was his son. He'd been through something awful, would need to relearn so many things, it would be difficult but surely with help he'd make it through. To get to that help though they needed Herluin. He could only hope that the message got to him quickly.

It took a couple days but the hunter finally arrived, seeking out his son amongst the many healers that were working with the wounded, sighing when he saw him, "You look like you need some rest, Makani." He said, reaching out his hands to rest them against his son's cheeks, looking him over. He had dark circles under his, his hair was pulled back but unkempt, he looked as though he hadn't slept in days and who knew if he'd been eating. The state he was in wasn't one that pleased Herluin in the least, "You should take a break."

Makani lifted his hands up, resting them over that of his father, and smiled, "I thank you for the concern but I can rest just yet, not when so many others need me. One in particular though needs you as well, father. Can I bring you to him? He's a friend of yours."

"Friend of mine?" Herluin actually sounded confused. There weren't a lot of people that he liked well enough that he might actually consider them a friend making him wonder who it was that Makani had found that needed him. He shook his head before he saying, "How about you lead me to him, alright?" He told his son, releasing his hold on him, and fell into step with him as Makani moved to lead the way to where the patient was being kept for observation. He wasn't the worst amongst the wounded nor was he in the best of shape, it was why Makani was assigned to him, to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

"Through here." He said, stepping inside the tent and called out, "Master Giconi, it's me, Makani, I'm back! And I have my father with me." Once he'd announced that they were there he walked across the tent, kneeling down next to where the wounded man was located with Herluin following close behind, his eyes going wide upon seeing which 'friend' was sitting there.

It was man he hadn't seen in some time and hadn't really thought he'd see again, not exactly a friend but he wouldn't tell Makani that, not when he'd had him come all the way here to meet with the man, "Hello there Giconi, it's been a while." He said, settling down on the other side of the injured man, across from Makani. Giconi, huh? Well at least he finally knew the man's name and no longer had to refer to him as 'merchant' since the man insisted upon being called 'Master' which Herluin refused to call him.