The following day, Celes made her way to the Healer’s quarters, her heart both heavy and hopeful as she prepared to give her answer to Old Sage. The path seemed shorter than usual, her steps light with anticipation. When she arrived, Sage was already seated at his desk, surrounded by the familiar aroma of herbs and old parchment. The room, a sanctuary of wisdom and healing, felt like a second home to her.
Comfortable
Nostalgic.
“Good morning, Celes,” Sage greeted, looking up from his notes. His sharp eyes softened as he saw her.
“Good morning, Sage,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
"What brought you here? Have you decided now?"
Celes looked at him for a moment, before taking a deep breath.
“I have. I've been thinking about this for the past couple days, and..." she sighed, "I wanted to thank you for the opportunity you’ve given me. I will take your offer. I’m eager to learn and help in any way I can.”
Sage’s rare smile was a balm to her nerves. “I’m glad to hear that you and Andros have considered my invitation,” he said, his tone warm.