"Of course." Snuggle. "We might need to get out of bed to start solving problems, though."

"First problem: How to get out of bed even though we're so cozy."

"Yes, and even though I want to do other things with you in bed."

Giggle.

"It is an awfully convenient place to do a large number of things!"

"Yes. But not a convenient place to save the world."

...snuggle.

"You seem to be about as unmoved by this as I am."

Snuggle. Snuggle.

"Okay, let's get up and eat breakfast and find something to solve," she says, sitting up.

"Yes, do let's," she says, grinning and sitting up, too.

Clothes? Clothes!

Clothes! Food!

Clothes and food!

"Should we look around for Problems to Solve in this town?"

"Let's!"

"What kinds of problems is Light magic best at solving?"

"Well, the only Light magic I know I can do is lightshaping and healing..."

"Okay, I bet we can find sick people here to heal, that's a small problem, right?"

"Yes, that is a problem of a very manageable size."

So they can go find sick people to heal! There are sick people to heal. The sick people are somewhat suspicious of people offering magic up just like that, that has not happened ever.

Well, okay, ignoring the unprecedented nature of this offer, what are the sick people sick with specifically?

A few different things. A few people have this flu, one lady has the bloody cough, an old man has the bloody bowels, this dude started getting weak all of a sudden and has been getting progressively worse, unable to get off his bed and having to be taken care of by his family.

"That last one sounds worst, let's start there," she says to Kaede.

"Let's," she agrees. The innkeeper gives them direction to the man's house (it's a small enough village that all that information came from the innkeeper), and when they knock a thin, short woman with shoulder-length brown hair answers.

"Yes?" she greets them.

"I heard there was a sick person here. I'd like to heal him."

The woman blinks slowly. "Heal him? Are you a mage?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Well, come in, do." She gestures them inside. "This is so kind—what brought it on?—oh please forgive my manners—the town hasn't had a mage in a while and the previous one was an elementalist—travelled east, to Teinnab, bless him—do you want something to eat? To drink? Please forgive the mess," she babbles, bringing her to a small living room with a hearth and a table and a couple of sofas, no mess to be seen.