Fera looked down at the mortal that begged at their statues feet. They almost felt empathy for the little creature; begging for the health of a dying loved one. Fera was known to hold the Staff of Healing; this was not the first mortal to beg their healing.

A dying loved one, perhaps. A friend, a parent, a sibling or pet. Perhaps even themself. It didn't really matter; the god felt empathy for every situation. And every situation, the outcome was the same. They would plead and plead, and nothing would come of it. Everyone must die. Everything must move on. Still, the mourning was the least of Fera's favorites to watch.

Such a shame the god could do nothing to help.