NOTE: Edited - 04/09/23
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"No-no. I suspect she wouldn't have," Lorias answered in a knowing tone. "It was a hard time for her… My dóttir was quite young when her mother died."
"Um, what did Mrs. Lockwood…?"
Yeah, I couldn't finish that question. It felt like prying into Liara's backstory without her being here to tell me it was okay. It kind of made me feel like a creeper. Too bad for Liara, Lorias didn't seem to mind spilling the beans.
"Cancer…" he answered in a flat tone.
Gods, I hated that word. Cancer was the one sickness that not even the best clerics or most expensive healing potions in the realmsverse could cure. Restoring a limb or transplanting a dragon's heart into a non-dragon being were possible, but curing cancer, vargr, that was like a mortal becoming a god without marrying one—it was impossible.
