Bretta gave Niso a sideways smile but it slipped when she felt another pang of pain. Early that morning she had awoken to stabbing pains at her side and her chest. The pain felt familiar, something that she had suffered a while ago. Then she had remembered, Meda's dagger had struck her in that same place. Those who had cared for her had done the best they could, but it seemed they hadnt done quite enough. Perhaps it was the explosion, or maybe just some simple movement too far.
Whatever it was, her breathing was constricted and she was coughing up far more blood than before.
"Sorry Lad, I dont think I'm up to coming with ye."
She grasped his hand again and clasped it in farewell.
"It was good to meet you, Niso Vespar. May the stone be with you, I can tell you will become a fine soldier."
She nodded and turned away, stumbling until finally she collapsed against a wall and breathed her last.