Once again, Malodore listened as Calder spoke, feeling the kelpie's pain and anxiety pricking at the edge of its empathy. "I am sorry," it said, quietly, when he had finished. "I understand your feelings, somewhat. Before I was sentenced to exile... well, the tipping point was that I saved a young ghoul's life, but I did not save it in an 'approved' manner." It made finger-quotes around the word 'approved'. "Thus, the Elders viewed my actions as more reprehensible than simply letting her die outright. It... it shocked me, truly, to see the depth of their inflexibility, the extent of their hidebound natures. Even then, it seemed unfeeling and empty to me. Now, it seems truly foul."
The plague doctor shook its head. "You have us," it added, lifting one hand and placing it on Calder's shoulder. "And you have Barth. But... I have learned that one can have hope for the future and grief for the past at the same time."