“A difference does not make you useless, even if perhaps your role might change.” I glanced toward Zidra, but she was staring down at her teacup. Sylathria wheeled over and slid the tray onto the table. “I was gored by an armored hog and then trapped in a ravine when I was a child. By the time I saw a fleshmage, it was too late to fully repair the damage. As I grew, it worsened. There are many things I cannot do. I realized long ago I’d rather focus on what I can do, yet there are days I am in too much pain to even leave my bed. Does my value change on those days? How can a person’s value vary from day to day? To assign value based on pragmatic measures of usefulness is illogical and hurts more than just yourself.”