"I can accompany you, if you'd like," Helana offered, her voice soft but unwavering. She stood in the doorway to my office, watching me with a mixture of concern and devotion as I gathered my things before leaving. The way she watched me made me shake my head. Helana was like a love-sick puppy who could never get enough beatings to actually walk away from the person she loved. The same had been true in her mortal life. She had been sold, traded, and ended up diseased and broken, destined to die alone. In her final moments, she hadn't prayed to the deities of her time or to the people who passed her on the streets as she lay dying. She had prayed to me.