Kosuke sighed; a rush of breath which carried no sound. It was ironic that a master healer should have to seek a doctor. Still though, self-treatment didn't always go as planned, and healers could generally be trusted. Not that he was the kind to deny people trust. The boy stayed quiet as he was brought to the hut where the town healer lived, not like he had a choice. The watchman who'd been escorting them gave a knock at the door.<br/><br/>"Densel!" he called as he wrapped. "We have an injured child here," he glanced at the Ranger, "and a man that could use some treatment as well."<br/><br/>There was a rustling sound behind the door and it was quickly opened. Behind it stood a middle-aged man with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a slim frame. "Patients you say?" he asked, soon catching sight of the Ranger and Kosuke.<br/><br/>"I'll leave them in your hands," the watchman said, walking away.<br/><br/>Mr. Densel nodded to the man as he left, turning to his patients. "By all means, come inside!"<br/><br/>The doctor showed them seats and deemed that it was more prudent to treat the boy first. He directed the Ranger to set Kosuke down on a bed. Kosuke looked up at the doctor, an expectant look on his face. The doctor started to examine the boy, immediately noticing his bruised and burned throat and the several scrapes and bruises on the rest of his body. Then his eyes caught the leafless, golden tree pendant around the boy's neck.<br/><br/>Mr. Densel gasped in shock. "Boy, you are a master healer?" he asked in amazement. Kosuke nodded and the man was shocked that such a young boy could obtain such a title. He pushed his amazement aside however and continued his examination. "Pardon me, would you remove your robes?"<br/><br/>Kosuke nodded again, sitting up. He slipped his white robes off his slight shoulders, revealing the remarkably pale, slight figure beneath. Though it sounded preposterous, the boy's robes, which made him look so small, actually made him appear bigger than he actually was. This was not a boy who could support himself in any sort of physical combat.<br/><br/>Kosuke undressed until he wore nothing but his undershorts. Being exposed like this, one could see the massive scar that cut diagonally across his torso. This clearly was not from the same source where his other injuries had come from. No, this wound was old, and looked like it had been a very near fatal wound when it was new. For such a small child though... it was remarkable it hadn't killed him.<br/><br/>Densel took a slight intake of breath at the collective appearance of the boy before him. "Dear me," he muttered quietly. Kosuke blushed slightly, suddenly feeling very self conscious. "Well," the doctor said, bringing himself back into the moment, "I suppose your throat calls for the most attention right now," he said. "How in the world did you get burned?"<br/><br/>Kosuke shook his head, deciding it was better if Mr. Densel didn't know. Densel's brow furrowed as he suddenly became suspicious of the boy's silence. "Can you speak, boy?" he asked, to which Kosuke shook his head. The doctor's expression became sad. "I see. How very unfortunate."<br/><br/>Kosuke shook his head again, causing some confusion to the good doctor. The boy made a writing motion with his hands and the man's eyes lit up. "Ah! Yes, right away!" Densel went off, returning shortly with a pen and pad. Kosuke took them gratefully and wrote carefully: "I was not born mute."<br/><br/>Densel's brow furrowed as he read this, and he examined the boy's throat more closely. "But... such wounds wouldn't damage the vocal chords," he stated in a confused voice.<br/><br/>Kosuke nodded. "I know," he wrote. "I don't understand..."<br/><br/>The doctor ended the silence by clearing his throat. "Well, anyway. I ought to tend to your wounds now-- both of you. Then you two definitely need a good night's rest."