Tas and Anna
Tas followed Stefan through the house. “You got shot in the kneecap? But you’re walking so good now! Oh, unless you met a healer! In my dreams, the only healers that we have are clerics - I needed one once when a house fell on me! - so it seems kind of strange that people can heal with just regular old magic and not the heavenly divine kind of magic that’s needed for healing in my dreams.
“That’s how you know it’s good!” Tas said to Anna, as though he were teaching her. “I mean, you don’t want to drink actual nail polish remover, but the stuff that’ll get you really drunk is the stuff that makes your eyes water when you sniff it.”