Being a necromancer is a disability by the way. I'm claiming the necros
Anyway what if you struggled to put on any muscle and had very limited stamina. What if the work that you COULD do drained every ounce of your energy and physical wellbeing and could leave you out for the count for days. What if you always looked tired and worn and felt like it too
What if you'd been like this from birth and your pain was always secondary to the expectation of you to be useful
"Have you ever seen a necromancer hold a sword before?" she [Corona] asked
gaily.
"No," said Gideon, "I thought their arms would all flop around."
The Third princess laughed. The flush on her cheeks was a little bit too
hot and pink. "My sisterās do," she said. "She canāt hold her arms up long
enough to braid her hair."