The next six hours of Jezebel's night was filled with wealthy men and stolen trinkets. She went back to Teryn's house and walked inside. Teryn was sitting on the couch with a book, so Jezebel simply smiled at him. "So," Teryn said, putting the book down, "Eckhart? How'd that happen?"
"He asked for it," she said with a shrug. "Can we talk about this another time? I want to go to sleep." She unbuckled the pouch from her hip and tossed it to him. "Got a few things from wealthy adulterers. Up to you what you want to keep." Walking upstairs, she heard a small sniffle. Knocking on the door, she walked into GG's room and saw him sitting on his bed with his legs tucked to his chest under the blankets. He quickly wiped his eyes, gulping before he realized who it was. "GG, what's wrong?"
The woman sat at the foot of GG's bed and lit a candle. GG shook his messy hair, shuddering slightly. "Jez, I..." He choked on his words. Kicking the blankets off, GG pulled up the right leg of his pants. On the inside of his right leg, Jezebel could see the faint lines of GG's disease spreading.
There was nothing she could say. Instead, she looked at him and moved up to sit next to him. She kissed the side of his head, running her fingers through his hair. GG laid on her shoulder, and she stayed with him until he fell asleep. Teryn walked past the open door and saw them. Jezebel smiled softly at him, and he blew out the candle for her, nodding slightly when he left.