Trace: It’s that girl from the tavern. How did she end up here?
Trace: Hello?
Nora: (thoughts) She was in your arms when I found you, but I don’t know why. Maybe you tried to save her. It’s too late though.
Nora: (thoughts) I took care of her external wounds, but internally, she is slowly bleeding to death.
Trace: Why didn’t you tell me she was here from the start? She needs a doctor!
Nora: (thoughts) I didn’t know who she was. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. No amount of medicine can heal those injuries. The best thing I could do for her is induce sleep. Her death will be slow, but painless.
Trace: No… there must be something I can do! She’s still alive. If I could just use my magic…
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