Lith watched the grieving woman die of thirst, alcohol abuse, and all the ailments that the lack of self-care might induce. Every one of them disfigured her to the point that he couldn't recognize the woman in front of him way before she even started rotting.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do." Lith handed her back the figurine and the lock of hair.
The woman took only the lock, holding it like a precious gem. She brought it to her nose, trying to smell the scent of her baby girl as her eyes became lifeless.
"Can you please kill me?" Her voice was a whisper, but still clear. "I know that you are a healer, but my illness has no cure. Only death can put an end to my suffering."
"What about your husband? What about your family?"
