The departure from Ward's Caravan was just as hard as it was everytime August moved on. People here were so kind, even ignoring the fact that August went around giving them drugs and taking their pain away.

"Take care of Pep, won't you?" August said, handing Ward a vile. He had made the healing brew the night prior according to Rewa's recipe. "Make sure to properly set any new breaks like I showed you before using that."

"I'll do just that, lad." Ward held his hand out. August took it and shook. "It was a fine thing to have met you, and a prize to have known you. May Estelle see us well." After biding his goodbyes to the rest of the caravan, August made sure his bags were in order, then started his walk to where he and Reese had agreed to meet.

The Water Wheel- one of two taverns in Stream Well-- was supposedly where Reese had gotten a room for the half cycle he was to be in town. As August went into the building, he noted the cozy feel of the place

"Oy! You there!" A harsh voiced woman said from behind the bar. "You a healer?"

"Why yes... m'lady?" August said, a bit taken aback.

"You August?" He couldn't call it a husky voice, but it was low enough to be. More harsh than not.

"Yes, Ma'am?" He scratched at the back of his head, slightly confused.

"Oh wonderful. The nice young man in the second room to the left down that hall is waiting for you." She said as she indicated with her free hand. The other was busy agitating something vaguely fresh smelling.

August started that way, the morning still early, and knocked on the proper door. He wasn't certain about this, talking to Reese at the cafe or in the bookstore was one thing. This would be an entirely different ball game. August didn't have the safety of professionalism to shield him or his inability to mask his emotions here.

Just as August began taking a step away from the door, it opened. Before him, Reese stood- shirtless- with his sword in hand. He swiped at his forehead, which was shining with sweat, and wiped his hand on his brown trousers.

"Hey there, Healer! Pleasure to see you again!" August's brain froze for a second.

Oh... wow...

"Yes- Uhh. Hello..." August said, his eyes locked on Reese's chest. A shockingly well toned one at that, even with the white wrap around his midriff that had a spot of red-

What is that?

"Sir! You've got a wound?!" August yelped, a touch panicked. "How did this happen?!" With a flash, all of August's embarrassment or hesitation was stripped from him. He pressed forward, and began examining the bandage.

His hand was almost touching Reese's chest when his brain caught up, and he stopped himself.

August cleared his throat. "My apologies. May I examine you? I'd not want this to fester."

Reese, both taken aback though seeming to find the whole situation slightly humorous, nodded his head,

"If you'd like to, though I'd say it is unnecessary." Reese pulled him into the small room, and shut the door. Sunlight flowed in from the window to the outside, and the bed held a series of odd bits and pieces of armor.

August took charge, something he had to work to focus on, and sat Reese down.

"Can you remove the bandages?" He said, his hands setting up his quick aid stuff with perfunctory motions.

"Of course, good healer." and Reese almost made no sounds of pain as he saught to it.

"August." August said, examining the gash. It wasn't bad, could've been a training accident or something of the like.

"August?" Reese asked him, an eyebrow raising.

"You may- and should- call me August. I'm a simple healer, not a noble." Reese's wound was unexpectedly clean, though still red and irritated. August placed one of Reese's hands onto his shoulder.

"This may sting a touch. Squeeze if you need to." August said as he startted applying some disinfectant. August could speak to the pain himself. He'd had to use it several times in the past, it was not a pleasant sensation. It felt like rubbing alcohol & salt. Reese seemingly didn't get the memo. No pressure came to August's shoulder. August kept at it, eyes locked on the wound.

Eventually, after a few moments of unusual silence, August looked up to find Reese's eyes locked on his. His face was slightly flush- and by August's estimate: who wouldn't be when under the threat of the disinfectant.

"There. Looks a little better. Let me wrap it back up for you." Of course August could use a healing potion instead of getting up close and personal, but for a wound like this- even if painful- it wasn't bad enough to warrant that sort of treatment.

"It doesn't feel as bad, I'll say." Reese's voice was strained as well. Probably pain.

"I'd bet. Here- uh wait. You drink?" August glanced at Reese. He nodded, and August passed him a vile.

"Painkillers in Moonwater. It should help with the pain, and get you a little tipsy!" August said, trying for funny. Reese smiled at him.

"I do drink, but I feel a clear head is best for the day. Anything virgin?" Reese passed the vile back.

"Yes- of course. Please excuse me. I've been with a caravan over the last Span and well..." August trailed off as he swapped vials then gave Reese the other one.

"0% APV!... Uhh that's alcohol per volume I don't- It's fine ignore that. Drink, drink, and maybe wash that down with this." August placed one last little vile on the counter. "Fruit tea. Helps with the after taste." Reese's face was colored with a lot of emotions, and more so after he drank the medicine down, but all the same Reese told August to sit in the dining room and await him while he finished packing his things.

It took the lesser part of 10 minutes and out came Reese. He was fully dressed now, and wore his sword on his left hip.

"Are you ready, August?" Reese paused ever so slightly on August's name and had he not been paying close attention, he wouldn't have noticed it. August closed his report on Patient 109M (Reese), then stood up as he replaced his notebook into his bag.

"Yes sir, I am." August said.

"Reese." The sellsword clarified. "You may, and should call me Reese."