Death, what a terrible fate. Stealing lives, from the young to the eldest, from the purest to the corrupted, death didn't had mercy for anyone. Death didn't make exception for anyone, and now with this Black Death, dying and suffering became an ordinary occurrence.

So, you could only feel sympathy to those unfortunate souls who were suffering. They were giving you glances, but how couldn't they? Your and the doctor's presence were symbols that death was near; yet, this didn't waver your optimism in helping these ill people.

You offered to be the assistant to Doctor L'Apostole, going town to town and village to village to try to cure people from this curse from the gods towards the mankind.

" Be closer to me, alright? Don't get closer to them nor talk to them " Yves warned you, keeping you close to him. He wasn't going to risk you getting ill too.