Caith found her trembling on the street. Trembling, on a hot summer evening. He didn’t know her that well, it’s only been a few strange meetings, a few instances of him being a patient and her being a healer, and a few bad jokes when they met outside. But she was like him, she was one of them, albeit much younger and, as it seemed, much more lost. He stopped by her and she didn’t even look at him. She kept staring into the distance, somewhere towards the end of the main square. “Hey,” he breathed softly, too afraid to touch her, “are you okay?” Those words made her eyes snap to him. Eyes of the Nephilim couldn’t lie and all he saw in hers was pain. “No,” she replied with a bitter smile, but seemingly couldn’t move. Her hands were still shaking, all her muscles tensed up. “Fine, where do you live?” he asked with a serious face. “The infirmary,” she replied through gritted teeth. Caith frowned. “What, you really live there? I heard people saying it, but,” he joked, she didn’t laugh....