Deal

"Master!" I whined, lost in a moment from the past. I held my hand up high, presenting a bird with a deep gash on its wing to the alchemist who was working at her desk. She crouched down to my level, taking a look at the bird.

"Seems to just be a wound from a fight," she mentioned, gently taking the bird out of my hands. "Now, Nova, we talked about this before. What's the remedy for something like this?"

"Well..." I thought, my heels idly digging into the ground as I moved from side to side, anxious. "Diluted tea tree oil, about 1 to 2 percent, adding it after the wound has been cleaned, but-" I argued, my hands close to my chest, "I couldn't find any."

My master smiled, pleased that I remembered. She patted my head with her free hand. "Though you may be right, it's also important to understand why it works. If you understand the why, finding substitutes should be easy, right?" I nodded at her words.