Fairly-Paced Healer

“Well, I wasn’t really sure about that, but you’re a fairly-paced healer, right?” He knew I didn’t like ‘fast healer’. It was too high an expectation.

“Yeah, so what? We’re gonna make a plan in like two more days?” Upon further reflection, I found that this was just enough time.

“Yeah, kinda,” he said reproachfully. “If that’s okay with you.” He really did sound like a fifteen year old talking to his mother. I was old enough to be, he was fifty (but looked sixteen), while I was four hundred and looking eleven.

“Uh, yeah. That’s fine with me.” That would be enough time. Well, actually, if we worked hard, it’d be barely enough. Oh, how I love being a genius.

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