"At least yours got married! Mine wanted an education and then a job and now this. I'm never going to have grandkids at this rate." the ghost sighs and rubs his forehead.
"Of course, I think a favour is only fair." Claudia shakes her head, as she slowly starts to unwrap her bandages with her good arm.
"I tend to my patients elsewhere, this is my...I do not know the local word, place that is mine and safe? I like it to be quieter."
She leans over and pulls out her satchel, picking from a selection of large needles before handing one to Qara and starts to mix some pastes together with a mortar and pestle.