The woman reached into her sleeve and pulled out a wand. She waved it over him and scowled when the man’s body glowed faintly; he was frail. A hitch in the rise and fall of his breathing drew her attention. The woman sat up and moved forward, grabbing the hand closest to her; his steady breathing resumed. She didn’t let go of his hand. "I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I don’t know if I would have made a difference. Being left behind - this is worse."