Snippet #2495522

"Hush, Daughter. Profession matters not in times as hard as these. You know it as well as I."

Caelan looked between the mother and daughter. Madam Nadir seemed to be more concerned with appearances than her daughter. That always seemed to be the way, Caelan thought, the young cared for little and the old cared for too much.

"No, Sarai is right. Doctor's will always be needed. Even when the Akuma have been eradicated, people will still have need for your skills. People will still get ill and injured. As for myself and Sarai, we will have to find a new profession when that day comes. Those in your profession should always be treated with respect." He knew that he would probably not see that day when the world was safe from Akuma, but there was no harm in a little hope. Caelan sat back in his chair, drinking deeply from his cup, watching the flames flicker and dance, almost forgetting about the company in his home. Pulling himself from his trance like state, Caelan snapped out of his chair, "You should probably be getting to bed," he said more to Sarai than to her mother, "we have a long day ahead of us, you'll be grateful of the rest. Trust me," he added, remembering the first weeks of his own training and the deepest weariness that had accompanied them. He lead Sarai to her sparse room, leaving her to become acquainted with the room.

Back in the main room, Madam Nadir remained, "Are you completely sure you want to leave her here?" He asked, fully awards that this life was suited to very few people, and as get he was unsure of Sarai's motives for taking this path. Listening to Madam Nadir's response, Caelan nodded, "You're more than welcome to spend the night and leave in the morning if you wish, I have room to spare." He said, more out of politeness than wanting Madam Nadir to stay.