Caman shook his head heavily, "As far as I know, no priest can make bones heal, no one can."
Winters felt utterly disheartened.
The two stood silently for a while.
"I don't think you should come to places like this," Caman said softly, "not that you shouldn't come at all—knowing that they're still cared for greatly helps an injured person's recovery, so you can visit occasionally.
"But you shouldn't come so frequently. Leave it to me; I'll do my best to take care of them. As for those who will ultimately leave us, don't mourn for them, because their lives are entrusted to the merciful Lord. One day, we will meet them again."
"You're saying I shouldn't come, but you can stay here all day."
"Yes," Caman gestured around, "This is my mission, not yours. Being able to feel others' pain is a remarkable ability. It's this ability that binds us tightly together.
