Lucanis' hand tightened on Davrin's shoulder, but he did not try to stop him. What use would it be? He was right, the child was dying. Not really a child, but they all looked that way when they died, young as they were. Face unlined by life, going slack as he took his final breath, as the light faded from his eyes.

If he had gotten there sooner. If they hadn't lost Heir in the first push of blight through the city. If Lucanis could be more.

He needed to work.

"I'll tell Teia. When I return to the Diamond. There's more choke points like that one that need clearing."

And Lucanis was already injured. He had somehow avoided getting blighted himself so far, but with an open wound heading into such places... how long that would last was anyone's guess.