Simmaeri's gaze dropped and moved back down to the man she'd sang to his sleep. There were too many like him there – too many for her alone to tend. She had all the time in the world, but they did not. And even with two...she looked back up at Corosa, searching his face.

He was in no state to be there. If he were to have another episode as he did underground...

She extended her hand, seeking his to help her up.

"No," she said. "No more killing."