"Well," Med sighed, "I guess that's it, then."
Med had spent the last few weeks putting her affairs in order, and, at last, everything was packed up. She'd sold her medical shop, and, most importantly, steeled her nerves for the journey that was sure to follow.
Med had spent the last 10 years being a priestess of Pelor, and running the medical shop within the Elven city - often pro bono, in an effort to both research her condition, and to pay the world back for her unintentional sins.
Sometimes, she still had the dreams... she shook her head. Now wasn't the time for sorrow, nor for regret, but rather, for action! Too long, had she spent her days moping about, hoping that her God would simply put a solution in front of her.
She knew as well as anyone, that Pelor helped those who helped themselves, and, by golly, she was going to do just that. She'd save her family, she'd save her own soul.
There was a knock at the door. She instinctively started making the "we're closed" motions with her hands, but, something stopped her.
Perhaps it was intuition, perhaps it was Pelor's guidance. Whatever the reason, she decided to entertain one last group of guests within her shop.
It was hard for her, to give up this part of her life. Partly because it had been so huge a challenge for a human to gain citizenship, let alone thrive in an elven city. And, partly because she loved it so.
Like someone going on a diet, she decided that, just one last time, and opened the door.