Her soul still burns bright, for all her body is failing her. She has not yet gone past the point where he can heal her, especially with his reserves full to overflowing with Light as they are. She stirs, tries to sit up when she sees him, a stranger, holding onto her daughter's hand.

"It's okay Momma, he's going to help."

"Neferet," the woman starts, but her words are swallowed up by coughs that rack her body, bring up blood.