Othello entered where the nurse had indicated and sat on the examination bed quietly. He wondered if Elletta was around but not to long when the Healer Barkirtis entered asking him how he was and with a stretch and yawn he replied, "right as rain misses, honestly never felt better."

"just the usual bumps and scrapes from training I reason," he let her work as he kept talking, "I've been shitting three times a day so my diets good, the kiddo is teething so my sleep is a little off, he might be snotty sometimes too," he did lift his head and point at the collar, "been keeping a rash or something under this thing," it was red and raw looking at the skin around the collar.

"it comes and it goes, I think it's just the collar honestly it doesn't spread anywhere else," he didn't react to her touching his neck even though her hands were cold, "It's only flaired up over the last season, did the same in Lorendale."

It didn't hurt, he shook his head indicating as much. When she asked what caused it last time he again shrugged, "I heard in Lorendale they once kept the Gifted collared for so long that the collars left scaring around some of their necks...just a side effect of the collar I suppose."

It immediately helped and Othello let out a soothing sigh and the smell of mint had his pupils dilating, the smell brought back a strong sensory memory..a soft singing voice...blonde hair....his Mother.

"That's better already, you like being a doctor?"

"Chaoticly well," he admitted without a wolf like grin, "if you think about it I kinda help you with your continuing craft lady Karalia, I've sent a few to the infirmary before with little boo boos, you fix'em, send'em back, repeat...it's amazing," he joked. Kinda.