Abasi
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get
The wax was applied to his skin and while Abasi knew it was for his betterment, he still drew in a tense breath; perhaps it was best left unexplained why he hated to be touched so, but he had to hold back a terse remark every time her fingers moved to a new part of his face. Still, over time the treatment did seem to work; while he did not feel completely cured he felt allieviated, as if it had lessened.
"Did I not -- ...I suppose I did not. My name is Abasi. Son o-- ...Just Abasi." He introduced himself, not being able to face his father's name being met with confusion and silence again. "And you who healed me, what is your name? I cannot repay you at this time, but when I am more able to do so I shall make sure you are rewarded." He had nothing here. Not the fine jewellry or rare alcohol or interesting curios he'd had back in Egypt. Just himself, and he was self aware enough to know that was not much of a gift.
"And you do need to be thanked, for I do feel...relieved."
