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Heading home from his last appointment of the day, Tacrith wasn’t paying much attention to the path he was taking. He was actually debating seeing if a certain shop was still open for a bite to eat. He had heard about the performance going on that evening, so perhaps the shop had extended its hours. It had been a particularly grueling day of running around and he had his cane out for support. A short rest would do him some good.

A woman’s voice shouting was of little interest to the healer, assuming she was talking to someone else in the crowd beyond him. He just assumed it was some hectic mother chasing after a child freed from the restraints of the performance hall. Then he felt his foot catch on something and he toppled forward, falling face-first into a freshly made pit of mud and knees smacking hard into the dry earth underneath. He yanked his head up for a gasp of air, flipping quickly to check on his medical bag and face burning hot under the layer of mud.

Tac tried to yank back when he heard and felt the assistance. He could get himself up! However, the hands on him were surprisingly strong in comparison to the feminine voice in his ears, and he found himself upright before he could reject the help. He wiped at the muck clinging to his face and blinked at the woman. “Thank you. I seem to have tripped over my own feet,” he murmured, looking back the way he had come for what he could have tripped over. There was no obvious obstacle in sight, but could certainly feel his leg tingling from the impact with the ground.

Focusing on brushing more mud off of his clothing, Tac almost didn’t register what the woman had said. Almost. “You set up something to make a bystander fall into a pool of mud?” he asked, irritation making an otherwise flat delivery flicker sharply. His eyes dropped to the bag and he held out his hand firmly. Even the relief of knowing he hadn't actually tripped over himself was undercut by learning what he had fallen prey to. “Honestly, what a juvenile thing to do; and then to have the audacity to ask if I am well? Give me my bag.”

Tacrith narrowed his eyes sharply. “Miss, I am using a cane but I am no invalid. Your only concern should be cleaning up that mess you’ve made.” Casting a light into the air, he bent to check on the state of his knees. He would have to clean the dirt out before he could heal himself. “Besides, I do not need the clinic.” He leaned against the wall and magicked up a stream of water to flush out the scrapes. It wasn’t anything powerful, but it would get the job done.

Watching the flesh mend nicely, Tac couldn’t help thinking on his brother and the numerous scars covering that thin body. Maybe one day, he would be able to figure out how to undo scarring… “Oh, ‘the Yaeli doctor,’ is it?” he asked tersely, glaring over from under his brow. He had thought that his name might be a bit more widespread by now, but he was apparently still just that Yaeli guy. How infuriating! “My name is Tacrith, if you care to know. As I said, just clean up your mess and give me my bag. I just need to get home.”

The change in tone of the conversation caught Tac off guard. The woman was still absolutely ridiculous for playing pranks despite being so well spoken, but at least she had redeemed herself a little with the news of his reputation. “Yes, well, I can’t very well be helping others when I’m being kept busy falling into mud puddles. Keep your future obnoxious tricks and traps away from civil company.” He definitely wouldn’t be stopping to eat now that is clothes were mucked up. Now the woman, this Aari, was clinging to his bag! She was a determined little thing. After a moment of inner debate, Tac sighed with resignation and waved his hand. “If you must, Aari. Do your best to not drop it.” He supposed it was the least she could do, and he was silently grateful for the break.