"Sorry."

"Well, what is your spell good for?" asks Miss Headache's sister.

"Injuries."

"Hmph."

Back at the bulletin board there is someone with an earache and someone with a toothache and someone with a problem he doesn't want to discuss in the street.

"Injuries," she shoos the first ones.

"I don't know if it's an injury, I don't know how it happened," whines the third guy.

"All right, I'll do the house visit, but you have to pay me half even if I can't fix it."

"Do I have to tell you what happened, for the spell -"

"No."

"Then you can just do it here -"

"Sure." She tries it.

It doesn't help. He staggers off.

Iris starts composing revised bulletins that are more emphatic about the injuries.

A representative for somebody with a concussion (along with representatives for several more people with the same flu as the first flu-haver) come by.

Yep, she knows it works on that because she's seen it used for that, great, she'd be happy to help.

The man with the concussion is delighted! She receives money.

She is so appreciative.

Segda has now been well behaved and observant for multiple consecutive hours, possibly because it caught a dragonfly earlier and has been amusing itself by holding it and watching it try to fly away. The dragonfly successfully escapes and Segda immediately wants lunch.

"Sure, we have a little money, let's walk around and see if we can find something we like. And then pay money for it."

"I want hot food."

"Someone probably sells that."

People do! There's fried dough, there's dumplings, there's a million things that go on steaming bowls of rice. Segda eats its lunch with enthusiasm.

Iris counts their money. She owes the person for the lute and she owes her registration fees and then it'd be really nice to have an actual place to live. How long is that looking like it'll take.

Rent in the area runs substantially less than what she's allowed to make per day but she's not actually making that much.

She noticed. Well. Maybe once word has spread.