A week later, on the day Asphodel usually went to visit Yelver’s family, she collected coins from the alms box, and food from the kitchen. With her basket of food and pouch of money, she set off on her charity work.
All week, she had been thinking hard. She did not believe Sylissa meant for anyone to be ignored, and her vows said as much, so after visiting those families on her list, she took the remaining food to Yelver’s home.
The little boy was sitting up. His coughing had lessened, although his breathing sounded like a rattle in his chest. He managed a smile as Asphodel approached.
“You look a bit better, Bromlin,” she said, and was rewarded with a nod.
“I think my cough’s going, Sister.”
Asphodel did another healing ritual on him, and told Yelver’s wife to make sure he had extra
