Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

She was glad she stopped here when an answer came. The scent of old sickness had been subtle, but it was one that always drew her in to investigate. It wasn’t in her nature to pass someone in need without a thought.

The woman seemed to at least be in good enough health to speak, though she seemed sickly for sure. Bridget looked at her with concern and took a few slow, clearly non-threatening steps forward. She knew better than to think the stranger would trust her right away.

My name is Bridget. I always try to do what I can. What are the symptoms? It would be convenient if it was something she had seen before but illness was tricky. The kind brought on by injury was straightforward, but the ones that settled in the body could look like one thing and be another. If nothing else, perhaps she could at least help with a part of it, unless she happened to know the cure itself.