As a child when I first met Joe he did not know how to cook so I taught him. However, he was always more interested in my food than his own. So whenever I would come he would tell me to cook and then say that was for the number of things he had done for me.
Joe came back into the room with more bandages and unwrapped the ones on me. As he unwrapped them he let out a gasp.
"What is wrong? Have it gotten worst?"
"No. In fact, you are nearly all healed up. I suppose it does make sense. I mean your body must be building up your healing due to the numerous times you are hit and beaten"
"That makes sense. So do you believe I am well enough to leave earlier?"
"Yes, I do. In fact, you may leave after cooking my breakfast."
"What about helping you with your swords?"
"No need I rather not kee
