"There's no pain," Loman said as his hand moved to the scars across the face and the silk patch that covered his left eye. "None of it hurts," he admitted, speaking softly as the wonder in his heart overtook the horror. "At least, not physically. Your miracle… Your miracle of healing is very strong."
"It isn't a miracle," Heila said, shaking her head and refusing to let him refer to what she'd done using the terms the Church favored. She'd gotten a taste of the reverence humans looked at Lady Ashlynn with after experiencing her witchcraft, and she wanted nothing to do with that kind of misguided worship.
"You might say that," Loman disagreed. "But what Dame Sybyll did to me, only the Saint himself, or perhaps Exemplar Lyn Cattell, the Emissary of the Ascended Physician, could have healed this well. And the price for such a miracle," he said with a shudder. "Well, I suppose my curse will be revealed in time. I imagine it won't be light."
