The first day in the village ended up flying past in a blur, recorded in my memory in splurts of beaming faces. Miur ended up not needing to do anything. Everyone, even the fisherman who came back in the evening, proclaimed me a saint.
Because I healed them all. All their ailments, from small to big, complex to simple, I took the time to heal. The only thing I had to put off were May's teeth, as I had to find a calcium supplement I could use, and then I had to figure out how to reopen the cavities in her jawbones where teeth were developed. They closed up when your adult teeth came in, namely, that's how your adult teeth are pushed through the gums.
I ended up having most of the town escorting me to the little house at the edge of the forest with its little well. Coincidentally, the previous owner, a lonely old uncle, had died not two weeks before I had arrived.