A light rain falls on the cobblestones, making the path slippery. You were a healer at the time, living far from the city, heading home after visiting a poor family whose young daughter had pneumonia. You visited them occasionally, and they gave you a few things in exchange for you curing the girl, and well, she was...getting better?

Through the fog, you spot a thin figure leaning against a brick wall, a shawl wrapped tightly around her pale shoulders. A coughing fit makes her double over, and she breathes heavily, each frail sound echoing through the deserted street. Her eyes, wide and melancholy, lift as she notices your approach, a mixture of fear and hope shining in them.

It was your instinct to help people, stronger than you, and the girl seemed so...fragile. Slowly, you approached and tried to help her steady herself, when she jerked away.

"Who...are you? Don't...touch me!"

She tried to act defensively, without much real strength, she was used to being disturbed at night, but not by women.