Lan hesitated to offer help. The arrow faded seconds after impact, leaving behind nothing but the faint smell of decay. Pestilence's lingering afterthought. Lan's eyes watched Neru's reactions, warily looking on as the woman bled- something that shouldn't have been possible normally.
"You are unwell." Neru's state wasn't unknown. Nor was that of the others, and Lan briefly wondered if anyone had taken the time to monitor those infected within death.
A softer tone, Lan unsummoned her bow, mind debating if this was the right course of action. "May fate smile upon you." She left Neru there- some choices left doubt.
This was such a choice.