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.
