Miss Sol has given me the price of renting a cart and the barrels. I've given her the coin needed and wish her a safe travel.
The elf came by again to visit miss Ruevir. I've learned that miss Cesistya is blinded by her emotions, placing the ties of friendship ahead of the patient's well being and need. We argued long, my words were twisted and made to sound as if I'm a man of ill intensions. Mister Bíld took under these notions all too often. After all that has transpired, I fear I may need to find a new assistant.
I've locked my doors to prevent miss Cesistya from entering the Soothery again, until miss Ruevir's treatment is at an end, as she refuses to respect my request. I'll place a sign for people to knock, if they need to visit.
While I kept my patience with her views and banter, as one has to when another healer is involved, I'll not tolerate my practice as a physician being belittled.
I've built and sacrificed too much for the treatment to be spoiled by poisoned words towards the patient, driven on by emotional attachments and the thought that they know better.
If miss Cesistya's treatment had been yielding any results, miss Ruevir would not have sought my assistance. The patient is my priority and if I have to sacrifice more to see this treatment through, then so be it.
I've learned from misses Denton that miss Jackilyn shall not be visiting this establishment again. Each day this place feels emptier. Perhaps my old friend was right, but that shall be a problem for another time. For now, I need to continue to tend to miss Ruevir. This is a critical time as she begins to wake and return to herself. Either a change will have been made or she'll fall back into her old ways. My work is to ensure the former.
