My dying professor grimaced as I approached. "Dawn. Go."

A sob forced its way out of my throat. There was nothing I could do for her as a healer. Healers couldn't help those on the brink of death, but as a mage with a beating heart, I could do something. I could be there for her and cover her with my cloak for modesty and to keep her warm and comfortable and safe when she passed through the spirit door.

"I'm sorry, but I can't go." I smoothed my cloak over her and ...