The young girl now wears a physician's robe and carries a satchel stuffed with paper slips, her head held high in unshakable pride. Samir smiles gently, his gratitude toward you unmistakable. He presses the girl's head in a respectful bow once, twice, before brushing at the tears glinting in his own eyes and sighing softly.

"We are proud people—too proud... Because we think ourselves learned, capable, resourceful..." he speaks for no apparent reason, his gaze following Anita as she runs into the garden to study a pomegranate tree. "We don't know how to say 'I'm sorry,' or 'please.' How much have we lost because of that? Still, at the end, we manage to hold on to something. Still..."

He tells you that the "trivial matter" from before has long since slipped from his mind; no one remembers, and no one will discover it. As for Anita, he vows to train her into the finest physician—she has the talent.

You sincerely wish them both well.

Result:

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• Card (Court Incense):
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