Akito looked so fragile and weak.

I wouldn't wish this sickness on anyone.

Not even Akito.

A small cry of pain came from her lips. She looked so vulnerable. I knew a lot of people who'd say I should let her suffer.

But that's not me. I'm a priestess. I protect life. I don't end it, or prolong suffering.

I leaned closer and put my hands on Akito.

She flinched back. "Please don't hurt me."

I knew what it would take. I didn't have many lives left.

I held my hands over her, and the silver light was blinding, burning off one of my tattoos.

The smell of sick and curse faded to a smell of ash and burning.

But Akito was saved. The curse I'd conjured had faded away.