Leland knew Tegwaret was concerned, but it wasn't until his litany of questions that Leland realized just how concerned. He felt the slightest bit embarrassed, knowing that Tegwaret was right to be worried - Leland frequently didn't think before rushing in to heal. Oftentimes he'd heal the poor or destitute knowing full well they couldn't pay. But the fact they had no money didn't men a thing to Leland. He couldn't watch someone suffer, whether or not they could pay for the care.
In Whisper Run there had been a steady sum provided for him by magistrates, to be sure that he was able to survive. As a freelance healer here, he didn't have that certainty, and he idly wondered if he should perhaps investigate a healer's union or some other such thing so he wouldn't need to charge, and so he wouldn't suffer from empty pockets when his good heart won out. As for the candles...
"That perhaps is a good idea, but the inn's hearth is usually going. I don't really need the candles so much. I just don't mind going into the shop myself. I suppose I might just be making excuses to go. The smell in lovely, it's warm in there, and the young lady working as an apprentice is very sweet. A bit quite and nervous, but she seems very nice."
Leland cleared his throat and got back on topic. "But yes, I am being paid for the healing. At least by those who can afford it. I can't turn away a sick person because he's poor. But don't worry Teg. I'm making a decent living so far. I think I should look into a way to have a steady income, however. I'll have to ask around town, see if anyone is in the know about how I could go about that."