Segda wants to sleep in the next morning; it's a warm summery day.

This is the least annoying thing Segda has wanted.

"I had a dream," it mumbles while it's waking up.

"A good dream?"

"No."

"Okay. Do you want to come with me today or play in the woods, it might be boring coming with me and if you break things we won't have money tonight either."

"I don't want to stay out here."

"You could spend the day fishing or something."

"I can't do the zap thing."

"The old-fashioned way still works."

"Don't wanna."

Sigh. "Okay." And she heads back into the city to where she promised interested parties she'd be waiting.

Segda follows along. Interested parties are already congregating around the bulletin.

Oh good then maybe she can prioritize cases that she'd expect the spell to actually work on.

Her options this morning are somebody with an infected knee, somebody with the flu, and somebody with bunions.

She can definitely do the first one.

Mr. Infected Knee is so pleased and gives her money.

It is kind of stressful needing to desperately track how much money she has. She is looking forward to not needing to do that. She tells the other people that her spell doesn't work for them.

Ms. Bunions is angry. The advertisement should have been more specific!

She's so terribly sorry.

Somebody comes asking if she can fix headaches.

"Depends what caused it. I can try."

"She just gets them sometimes."

Miss Headache is in bed moaning softly beside a mug of tea.

Is this the kind of problem Cure Wounds can handle.

Nope.