"Then you'd fit right in!" Nisha had grown out of the bullshit of religion years ago, much to her parents' dismay. They were just ways to control people and keep them in check, only adapted to each culture, or perhaps guilty of it. "But yeah I think I'd help you, honestly."
Nisha chuckled. "Liver disease takes way too long. Unless you drink then fall off a balcony all wrong, I guess. I don't know, it just seems fishy doesn't it? I'm just waiting to be told I died and what I thought was a spa resort heaven is actually hell." She looked around. "Might not be too far off the mark, actually. Don't know which is worse."