Wine and Hemlock (WARNING: Assisted Suicide Themes)

Jorah tossed a look at the boys that said what it needed to say - and off they went, abruptly scurrying to offer help about. Jorah turned back to the Warden, the harsh commanding look melting away beside the other adult, replaced with one more strained and lost.

Now - Is there anything I can do for them? Anything like what you did...? he asked his eyes glancing down at the boy he carried before passing him off to a bustling matron.

I do not know how this magic of yours works, but if there is anything I can offer, if the spell is a trade for something precious, I will share the burden of it with you. Jorah pressed a palm to his heart and bowed, before taking a gentle step towards where the sick awaited, gesturing with patient, gentlemanly kindness.