Cosette reaches down into the void. She feels a crack and, inside, two small objects; she hides them in her hand.

“Wealth death dearth hearth heat teeth,” she whispers.

She opens her hand. They’re pills with names on them. One is TRUTH, and translucent. The other, orange, says HEALTH.

Cosette watches Millicent blindly try to wash herself. She sits down and picks her up, opens the kitten’s mouth and drops in HEALTH, strokes her throat and believes, believes that it will heal her eyes. She swallows TRUTH to make it so.

Millicent lies down in Cosette’s lap and doesn’t move anymore.