Feni'tat could have leaped clean out of his skin at that terrifying moan. Whirling around, his eyes went as large as saucers as he stared down at another suffering soul clinging onto Eleni's leg.
"P-please.." the man begged. "Just a drop of fresh water... to ease the pain."
Feni'tat's heart, which had leaped into his throat, now sunk deep within the pit of his belly. He pouted, his eyes shining with sympathy as he knelt down beside the man.
"Are you suffering greatly, sir?" he asked gently.
The man nodded, his grip not releasing from where it held onto Eleni's leg as his arm began to shake. And although it was obvious, Feni'tat could sense the man was dying. He might have even only had a few minutes to live. There was really not much they could do for him.
So he did all that he could do, and Feni'tat scooped a hand full of murky water, which, in a glittering display of light cast off from his hand, was purified and turned into the most mineral rich water the man would ever taste,a nd he offered it over to him.
"Here, drink this," Feni'tat said softly, and the man obeyed, drinking only a few laps with his tongue before his eyes closed tightly and he keeled over. Feni'tat blinked, watching the man shaking in pain before he closed his eyes and placed a hand upon the man's forehead.
A soothing light escaped from Feni's hands and entered into the man's body.
And the man felt no more pain, and as he was standing at death's door, the old wretch on the ground actually smiled before he took his last breath and faded into death.
"Good luck in the next life," Feni'tat whispered, before moving to gently remove the dead man's grip from Eleni's leg before he rose up from the ground.
"We should get going. I'd like to bury him, but this is not the sort of place to do such a thing." Feni'tat wiped the back of his hand at his nose, catching the running snot there as tears began to pool at the sides of his eyes. Those, he tried to blink away before he turned to make his way back down the stinky sewer path.