Wrote itself.
For Isca
I have a poor track record at identifying people who are not going to die or fail me.
You tell me you were working in Reikos. I ask immediately if you are all right: you say something that isn't 'I am literally dying', so I assume you are fine: after all, you wield light as we do, you know what you are doing, of course you would be fine in conditions that would destroy most people.
It is only after you have gone away that I realise that I should have asked explicitly in words whether you actually had the plague.
I receive communication late that evening that you are dying - faster than the rest of us, I mean. It is a moment before I can control my flash of emotion sufficiently to respond appropriately.
The next morning, you have gone downhill. This will not stand. This must not be. You are not dying today. I will not have it.
I am not some insignificant stargazer. I speak words and change the world. A finger on the scales, a word to the wise - or at least to the Ambitious - and look, it is done, and cost none of us a thing.
And don't you do that to me again.