Choices

"No, you won't," Ludo murmured in Isla's voice, the tone as frank and quiet as any of her diagnoses when she had been alive and human. "That is no fever, bard. You suffer with the blight, like so many within the Greatwood and the Hollowed Grounds. It is in the people now, and the danger is real." Straightening up from fussing Isuma, Ludo regarded Jigano quietly as he explained; explained about Safrin, about choices, about pledging. It tilted its head, Isla's golden hair falling about its shoulders, and it hummed out a sigh. "Why?" it asked. "You would pledge yourself to death, bard. To memory, to the swansong of this life that mortal beings are given. It is not glamorous and it is certainly a thankless job. Why Mort?" LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough