Braska smiled kindly and nodded. "Good morning. And it is no problem at all, really. I find it hard to stand by when people are injured." It was then that he noticed the pompom. A moogle? He hadn't seen one outside of the stuffed animals that children often carried around. Maybe this was something else that resulted from there being different worlds. Otherwise the craftsmen who made those stuffed animals weren't very accurate at all.

But it was impolite to stare. Instead Braska turned his gaze to his patient, walking over next to him and looking him over closely. It seemed whatever wounds the young man had received had healed over some. The moogle must have used some curative magic before Braska had gotten there.

Hm... that wouldn't do. He couldn't just refer to him as "the moogle," it was rude. Turning back towards his... employer? he gave a short, respectful bow. "I should introduce myself. My name is Braska. I am..." he paused in thought. He wasn't a summoner anymore, that was for certain. That job passed after death. He hadn't been a priest in a long time. "Just a healer now, I suppose," it was what he was quickly becoming, anyway, "Yourself?"