what once was lost, shall again be mine?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own ”You are a selfish healer,” Ludo confirms, as if it has been watching her from the moment she first took a breath of air up until this point. It hasn’t, of course, but in only two visits to a shrine, it has the measure of her. ”Unapologetically selfish. Uncaring of the damage you do, or the wreckage you leave in your wake.” Is it Ludo’s opinion? Delphine’s opinion of herself? A lie? At the sudden turnabout it bobs back a little, mask tilting, suspicious and flapping a rag at her in annoyance. ”Not particularly, sweetling. You are a healer, as you say. You have no business with a god of death.” Other than to wish away her children. ”I have no use for those who do Vi’s work.”