Overture Downs oh, i think you're standing on my left foot

It wasn’t a reaction he had expected from a stranger—incurable diseases with the promise of becoming mad, delusional and whatever other nightmares awaited Lilitu should have sent any off in the opposite direction with a hurried salute and a ‘well this was fun.’

Not offering to stay—to help.

His gaze drifted over her—the wariness of him shifting to hardened mistrust—and thus: “Why?”

And then a deluge of guilt at an offer that could be genuine... "Are you a healer?"