May The Circle Be Unbroken [Justice]

Justice swung her fungus-ridden head towards the cracked voice that spoke up. Swaying, blinking, she finally made out Domari's form practically on top of the fire on the other side of it. She stumbled forward towards him, but came to a faintly confused stop as pain engulfed her, staring down to realize she'd walked straight into the fire. Yes... right... she'd forgotten. She set her burned paw to the ground again, this time in front of the fire. Still pain, but what was the pain of a badly burned paw to the pain of her body shutting down? She limped around the fire and collapsed against Domari's side, pressing into him as strongly as she could. She realized again that he'd spoken, and slowly brought the words back into her mind. "Does it matter?" she asked gutturally, her voice thick with ooze. "Isn't dying better than living like this?" She thought of dying slowly, her son at her side helplessly as she had been trapped at her own dying mother's side. She coughed wetly, spitting out mushroom-spore-coated ooze. "I hope we are dying." She dropped her head to his shoulders, eyes closing as she panted for breath. If there was a god of some sort... "Just let me die," she whispered, in agony.