“Perfect, as usual,” said the assistant, who, for some reason unfathomable to Fords, had never made a change from his human host’s name, Darren. Fords sighed. “I regret this day’s work.” “You’re only doing your duty as a Healer.” “This is the rare occasion when Healing creates an injury.” Darren began to clean up the workstation. He didn’t seem to know how to answer. Fords was filling his Calling. That was enough for Darren.
