Wind by Naomi kritzer(20)

“My mother, who is a wise and experienced Seer, was able to grasp the situation, and counseled Gytha to return to her home village, because such trades can, sometimes, be reversed. But Gytha refused, speaking with disdain of all she’d left and all she’d given away. She would die, she said, rather than give up her power. It’s a shame, because I think, had she returned—”
“Yes,” Dagmar said. “If I’d seen what it was doing to her—yes.”
“But she refused, and a short time later, she died—and both your Air, and hers, passed to the place souls go and the body can’t.”

Dagmar’s mouth went dry. Of all the news she’d expected to get, hearing that Gytha had died… that was a shock.
“I am not the Seer that my mother is; in dragon terms, I am barely out of childhood. But I did glimpse her soul, and its damage, in its passing. I had disliked Gytha, her obstinate self-destructiveness, even though I knew she wasn’t entirely to blame… but I could see a piece of you, in her, and I wanted to meet you. And see if I could help you, because I knew you were probably also suffering.”