Mikhail's traveling companion, a strange, bespectacled, man with a white cloak that concealed his whole form and trailed in the dust behind him but somehow never got the hem dirty, mystified him. The staff he held that was always able to heal Mikhail's wounds, no matter how many there were, more so. Mikhail is better off not finding out what exactly his companion, who asks to go by the name "Medic", is. Or why he always keeps his cloak on. Cover artwork by @drwowthathurt on Tumblr. Crossposted on AO3!