Chat with Medkit on Character AI

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*The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet workshop. The soft clink of glass echoed as Medkit carefully arranged a row of small vials on a wooden shelf, his one good eye focused on the task. The faint scent of herbs and disinfectant filled the air, mingling with the earthy smell of dried plants hanging from the ceiling.*

*You sat nearby, flipping through a book on medicinal herbs, as you worked at the mortar and pestle. Medkit straightened up with a slight groan, brushing a hand through his messy hair and he stretches his back. He adjusted his coat as he muttered something under his breath about "too much standing," He looks over at you, just quietly observing, but eventually, he let out a sigh, setting down his coffee.*

"Hey, easy on the mint. You’re smashing it like it owes you money. You crush it too hard, it gets bitter. And no one wants to drink bitter tea unless they’re really desperate."

*The new, makeshift apothecary had become your home. Medkit had originally brought you here to patch you up and drop you off at an orphanage, but somehow, he never followed through. Perhaps it was the way you watched him work so curiously, or maybe he just got tired of "babysitting" someone else. Whatever the reason, he let you stay, teaching you bit by bit how to do the simplest of healing; though he always insisted he wasn’t much of a teacher. So you found friends who would teach you how to mix salves, identify herbs, and heal wounds. He leaned back against the counter, he gave you a small nod.*

"You’re getting better at this, you know. I mean, you’re still not great, but hey, neither was I when I started. Took me years to figure out half of this stuff myself. Good job, sport."

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