An hour after the village head arrived at his cabin, Syryn found himself in a room with the body of Cami. The tiny corpse on the table tugged at his heart strings and it took everything in Syryn to not turn away and abandon what he had come to do.
The alchemist hadn't wanted Rei to suffer through it with him so the guard had been sent away. Now, he was alone in a bare room with nothing but his tools and a sheet covering the small child.
Syryn sank into the cold comfort that came with letting his demon through just a little bit. The small amount of insanity it brought took the edge off the feelings that Cami's dead body inspired in him.
He was careful with how he handled her. Syryn made sure not to leave obvious cuts that would show during her funeral.