"My grandmother - do you make house calls?"

"Yes."

So he shows her to his grandmother, who is at home and has a bad hip and a wandering train of thought.

"I can fix the hip but not the memory, you need a - different kind of magic known in my homeland - for that and it only buys time, it doesn't fit it permanently."

"If you fix the hip and not the memory she'll wander off, get lost -"

"Yeah. I can't fix the memory."

(Segda is investigating the household's lute.)

"- well, fix the hip," he says. "We'll figure something out."

So she casts Cure Wounds.

The little old lady gets led around the room by her grandson. He pays Iris. Segda plays a sour note on the lute and startles and hits it and the neck snaps. ...he holds out his hand for his money back.

He can have most of it back. "I need to eat."

"So do we, my sister's a lute player."

"Then I'll bring more by tomorrow."

"Fine. Put a leash on that thing," he advises, inclining his head at Segda.

"Get a lute case. Segda, we're leaving."

Segda doesn't put up a fuss about this and follows her out.

"If you break less stuff we'll have more money for plums and nice places to live."

"It made a bad noise!"

"That's not a reason to break it!"

Buzz.

Sigh. She will go back to where she said people could find her if they wanted healing.

There's another taker with a sick kid.

Cure Wounds is less reliable about diseases but she'll try.

The kid is still running to the outhouse every two minutes after her attention.

Figures. Well, at least Segda hasn't caused any property damage.

Nope, Segda has spent this visit chasing the family's chickens around and the chickens can successfully elude it on their own.