"Um...no. Not, uh, that I know of." He took a deep breath. "Don't...don't hate me for this, but...I had help. With the cure."

She narrows her eyes and says, "What help son? And I won't hate you son just tell me. Who helped you with the cure?"

"Well...I was desperate, okay. You have to understand. I went to an elf for help."

She sighs and says, "An elf? Why an elf. Son why? I'm not mad but you could have gotten hurt. Elves don't like our kind,"

"This one was different. He was wise and old. Super old. And I didn't get hurt."

She says, "But you could have son. The elf may have been old and wise but doesn't mean he wouldn't hurt you. Son I know you don't like elves but why ask for an elf's help?"

"Like I said, I was desperate. You were dying. Also, you can't tell anyone else. Please promise me you won't tell anyone."

She sighs and says, "Alright I won't tell but. How do we tell people about this? I am better and not as sick as before but it is suspicious, "

"Other people...that the elf has helped...one of them suggested that we just say it was a miracle."

She thought about it and says, "That is a good start. But."