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The Skittish Healer
Euden: Er...can I help you?
Euden: You've been staring at me for a while now.
Ricardt: Eeep! S-sorry! I'm so sorry for staring! I promise I'll never look at you again! Please forgive me!
Ricardt: I swear, I'll live the rest of my life looking at the ground! ...Ooo! What INTERESTING ground this is!
Euden: Well, this is...um...strange. But look, I'm not angry with you, and you're welcome to look wherever you like.
Euden: It just seems like you had a question for me. ...I mean, with the staring and all.
Ricardt: Grrk? A q-question? Oh dear. Sorry. ...I do, though! I do have one. A question, that is. Oh, I'm so very sorry.
Ricardt: You're...Prince Euden. Yes?
Ricardt: Please... Oh, Goddess help me...
Ricardt: PLEASE LET ME WORK AT YOUR CASTLE! Er, sir. ...Highness. ...Your Kingliness?
Euden: Is that all you want? Well, you're—
Ricardt: No, no! I understand. You wouldn't want someone like me here.
Ricardt: It was presumptuous to even ask! I'm sorry for wasting your time.
Euden: Just hold on a darn second! ...Sheesh.
Euden: I was ABOUT to say that you're certainly welcome to work here if you want.
Ricardt: Wait, really? ...NO! Don't answer that! Goodness, you really are as kind as they say.
Euden: Er, right. ...And just out of idle curiosity, why are you facing away from me?
Euden: Is something there?
Ricardt: N-no, Your Lordliness! Nothing at all!
Ricardt: I'm sorry for facing the other direction!
Ricardt: It's just... W-well, sir, you see... I'm terrified of talking to people.
Ricardt: Even just meeting eyes with someone, I get so...so nervous I c-can't even...
Euden: I get the picture—and I'm afraid there are quite a few people living in the Halidom. Are you going to be able to manage?
Ricardt: In all honesty, sir, probably not. But...
Ricardt: I c-can't... I can't stay this way. I know that. S-so I'll just have to...to find a way to LEARN to manage.
Euden: I see.
Euden: Well, it's admirable to know your own weakness and confront it head-on.
Ricardt: Oh no, Your Highliness! Far from it. I'm s-still a long, long way from that...
Euden: Tell me, do you have any special talents or expertise?
Ricardt: T-talents...sir?
Ricardt: Well, I...I can heal the wounded? H-hardly special, I know. Healers are common as dirt, I'm sure...
Euden: A practitioner of healing magic? That's a great help!
Euden: We see a never-ending stream of injuries around here—
Ranzal: Heeeey! Couldn't help overhearin'!
Ranzal: You can use healin' magic, new guy?
Ranzal: Well, yer timing's perfect. I got this one in the battle earlier, and it stings like ya wouldn't believe. Can ya patch me—
Ricardt: Eeeeeagh?! B-b-blood! BLOOOOOOD!
Ranzal: Oh yeah, she's a gusher, all right. That's why I need ya to take yer staff or whatever and heal 'er... Uh, buddy? Ya look a little pale there.
Ricardt: S-sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry...
Ricardt: I just... B-blood is... I'm nearly as bad with blood as I am with t-talking to people.
Euden: Doesn't that make it rather difficult to heal the wounded?
Ricardt: Yes, it's really quite unfortunate. I'm sorry!
Ricardt: I get so distracted by the...the blood that my healing spells don't work all that well. It's shameful, I know. Please don't fire me!
Ranzal: Can we get a normal guy in here for once? Is that so much to ask?
A Sermon in Seclusion
Cleo: I'm afraid I can't follow this sermon for the life of me, though I suppose I never was well versed in scripture.
Euden: I don't think that's the problem, Cleo.
Euden: I had thought asking the Church to let Ricardt serve as priest here might help, but perhaps it was too much, too fast.
Cleo: Ahem... Ricardt.
Ricardt: Eeeagh?! S-sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
Ricardt: I was terrible, I know it, I'm soooorry!
Cleo: We aren't here to blame you. Only to offer a small suggestion.
Cleo: Perhaps you might try practicing your sermons alone first?
Cleo: Now, let's go, Euden.
Euden: No, I think I'll stay and listen for a little while longer.
Cleo: Just come. Now. ...PLEASE.
Cleo: ...There, this should be far enough. We'll wait here awhile.
Euden: Wait for what, exactly?
Cleo: For him to start rehearsing his sermon. Then we can pop back in and listen.
Cleo: Perhaps he just needs to get a bit of momentum going. If he is able to start in peace, he may not get so nervous.
Euden: Mmm, I see. That's why you wanted to leave him alone.
Euden: Ah. I think he's starting.
Ricardt: The goddess offers love unconditional, asking reward in neither coin or deed. And so it is that we...
Cleo: Hmm, I see.
Cleo: He's quite good so long as there's not an audience about.
Cleo: Extremely good, in fact.
Cleo: ...Hmm. Yes, I see. An interesting interpretation, that.
Euden: Er, Cleo?
Cleo: How fascinating, from a theological and narrative viewpoint both. Hrm...
Euden: Why the furrowed brow, Cleo?
Cleo: He's just getting to the good part, but we're too far away to hear him properly.
Euden: Wait! Are we going in already?!
Cleo: Ricardt.
Cleo: Might I ask you to repeat that last passage?
Ricardt: EEEEEK?! Y-y-you were LISTENING?!
Cleo: It was more interesting than anything I've read in some time.
Cleo: What happens next? I'm quite curious.
Ricardt: W-well, you see, the uh... The god...dess? The goddess, she... Glrk.
Cleo: ＂Glrk＂ is not a word, Ricardt.
Cleo: If I don't hear the resolution, my curiosity will keep me awake all night.
Ricardt: Er, m-my tummy... Too nervous... I think I'm gonna... Hrk!
Ricardt: SORRY, BYE!
Cleo: Get back here this instant! I'm not letting you escape until I've heard the rest!
Euden: He's really got Cleo hooked. Maybe he DOES have a talent for sermons...
I Will Be Better!
Ricardt: It came from that room...
Elisanne: Your Highness, we must talk about Ricardt.
Euden: Oh? What's wrong?
Elisanne: I've been observing him for some time.
Elisanne: Do you truly think it wise to allow him to remain here?
Elisanne: He can barely get a word out around others, which means he can't offer sermons or hear confession.
Elisanne: And as he near faints at the sight of blood, his work as a healer is hamstrung.
Elisanne: He's kind enough, but if he's unable to serve his role here, is it truly in his own best interest to stay?
Ricardt: *sniff* Well, she's right, obviously. It's my own fault for being so useless.
Elisanne: Hmm? Is someone there?
Ricardt: Eeep!
Elisanne: Ricardt! Please don't run. Come join us.
Elisanne: We were just talking about you.
Elisanne: The Halidom is home to many who are in need of your skills.
Elisanne: But this business of being afraid of blood and people and the rest...
Elisanne: Well, we think it's time you stepped up and found your courage.
Ricardt: *sniff*
Euden: Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with him as he is now.
Ricardt: ...What?
Euden: We all have our strengths and weaknesses.
Euden: I'd sooner he focus on doing what he's good at than see him force himself to do something where he struggles.
Elisanne: Yes, but when his struggles include all his duties as a priest and a healer...
Euden: Then perhaps it's time we thought about things a little differently.
Euden: Why not write your sermons down into a book? Or conduct confession via letters?
Euden: Healing is...a bit more difficult, perhaps, but if you were able to at least craft medicines, it would be quite helpful.
Euden: Surely there's plenty you can do that doesn't involve people or blood?
Ricardt: ......
Elisanne: At times, you are kind to a fault, Your Highness.
Euden: Maybe so, but I still have no intention of sending Ricardt away.
Euden: So please put your mind at ease on that account.
Ricardt: Th-thank you s-so... *sniff* So much... I'll just...see myself out now.
Ricardt: ...She's at least partly right. You ARE kind, Euden.
Ricardt: I'm so fortunate to work for you.
Ricardt: But that's all the more reason to do better. To BE better...
Ricardt: I won't be a burden on you any longer!
For the Sake of Others
Euden: That's the last of...that pack of fiends...
Ranzal: Damn good thing, too. I can't move another step.
Cleo: Everyone is completely exhausted. We should hurry back to the castle and tend to the wounde—
Cleo: Um, the ground is shaking.
Ranzal: Ya gotta be kidding me... A whole other pack'a fiends?! Everybody fall back!
Cleo: We have injured people, Ranzal! Even if we run, we won't outpace them!
Ricardt: Hrgh... E-everyone's dripping with...blood.
Euden: Everyone who's able, grab one of the wounded and go!
Euden: I'll buy us time to escape.
Elisanne: Don't be absurd!
Elisanne: You're hurt just as badly as the rest of us!
Euden: Even so, someone has to hold them back, or they'll kill everyone!
Ricardt: Th-the blood is terrifying...and so are the fiends...
Ricardt: If I just fainted, I wouldn't have to be afraid anymore...
Elisanne: If you're staying, then I am as well. We can buy more time fighting as one.
Elisanne: I'll not allow you to die here alone.
Ricardt: But...at this rate, we could all die!
Ricardt: Everyone has been so kind and patient with me...and they could all die.
Ricardt: Find your courage, Ricardt. If ever you had an ounce of it, find it now!
Ricardt: E-everyone, gather around me! Quickly!
Ricardt: I...I'll heal your wounds!
Euden: Our wounds aren't pretty, Ricardt...
Euden: Can you manage with this much blood?
Ricardt: N-no, sir, I'm not managing at all. Not even a little.
Ricardt: I feel ready to faint at any moment.
Ricardt: But...I won't allow you all to die!
Ricardt: Now hurry! Reveal your wounds to me in all of their bloody...gory...pus-filled... Goodness, this is SUCH a bad idea...
Euden: Thank you, Ricardt.
Ricardt: M-merciful Goddess, that's a lot of blood... No! FOCUS, RICARDT!
Ricardt: Rgh... H-here goes!
Ranzal: HAAAH! ...Phew! Chalk up another pack'a fiends for the day.
Ranzal: How are the wounded?
Cleo: Nonexistent. Ricardt healed everyone.
Cleo: That was a tremendous amount of magic he channeled. He saved many lives today.
Elisanne: Including mine. I owe you a debt, Ricardt.
Elisanne: I know that I spoke to you unkindly in the past, so pray allow me to apologize for that indiscretion now.
Elisanne: You fill your role here most admirably.
Ricardt: O-oh, no, I... I really haven't done any...
Ricardt: M-more than that, I'm just glad that... that everyone is all riiiiii...
Ranzal: Aw, the little guy fainted! He never does quite stick the landin', does he?
Ranzal: Well, time to toss our savior on my back and head home!
Baby Steps
Ricardt: Waugh! Euden?! A-are you hurt?!
Ricardt: D-don't worry, sir! I'll heal you right away! I've been practicing quite hard, and now I can look at scratches and stay conscious!
Euden: Heh. That's very impressive, but I'm not here for healing.
Euden: I just came by to see how you were doing.
Ricardt: Oh! Oh, whew... That's a huge relief. W-well, I'm still not good with blood. Or people. So there's that.
Ricardt: B-but, bit by bit—really, REALLY small bits—I'm getting better.
Euden: Yes, I've heard from the others. They're all impressed at the effort you've shown.
Ricardt: Y-you said it yourself before, sir.
Ricardt: We all have our strengths and weaknesses.
Ricardt: Those words have been... Well, they've been a real comfort to me.
Ricardt: I was always beating myself up for not being good enough.
Ricardt: I'd get so desperate, it made things worse. I think that's what made me so afraid of the things I'm not good with.
Ricardt: But after hearing you say it was okay to not be good at everything, that weight on my heart has been lifted.
Ricardt: Without your words, I still wouldn't have been able to face my phobias.
Ricardt: ...Not that they're gone, of course.
Euden: I'm not so sure.
Euden: At the very least, you're looking me square in the eye and speaking without a hitch. I call that progress, don't you?
Ricardt: E-er, I... I d-don't really, um...
Euden: Ha! I shouldn't have called attention to it. Don't worry—these things take time.
Ricardt: Um...Euden?
Ricardt: Thank you so much for hiring me.
Ricardt: But...it's really okay for me to stay here? You're sure?
Euden: Absolutely. This is your home, Ricardt. Stay as long as you like.
Euden: You're needed here.
Ricardt: I'm really glad to hear that... and I'll do my very best.
Ricardt: Bit by bit, I'll overcome these phobias, and—
Ranzal: Ricardt! I got a nasty gash for ya to look at. She's a real beaut!
Ricardt: Eeep!
Euden: What in the world were you doing to get a wound like that, Ranzal?
Ranzal: Takin' on a fiend.
Ranzal: Oh, and most'a this is fiend blood, if that helps. Things got a little splattery.
Ranzal: But I could really use some'a yer healin' magic, so if... Uh, hello?
Ranzal: Ya listenin' there, buddy?
Ricardt: ...Glrk.
Euden: Bit by bit, Ricardt. All in due time.