Khyran gave the man a flat look. "...Oh." He said. "Hmm." Beyond the faintest twitch of an uncomfortable look on his face, he seemed content to let that topic bury itself.
"It isn't a matter of altruism." Khy replied. "In truth, I believe the man could be a potential client. I am a doctor, myself, but on an entirely different caliber than of physical matters." He tapped his head. "I'm a mind-healer. Any sort of trauma one might experience from a shipwreck is prime territory for my line of work."Â
Before he knew it, the fellow was shouting at the top of his lungs- something that could very well be heard down the beach and quite a ways away. Khyran, himself, stood there looking completely unphased- merely a detached sense of curiosity.
"It isn't a matter of altruism." Khy replied. "In truth, I believe the man could be a potential client. I am a doctor, myself, but on an entirely different caliber than of physical matters." He tapped his head. "I'm a mind-healer. Any sort of trauma one might experience from a shipwreck is prime territory for my line of work."Â
Before he knew it, the fellow was shouting at the top of his lungs- something that could very well be heard down the beach and quite a ways away. Khyran, himself, stood there looking completely unphased- merely a detached sense of curiosity.
