[ Immediately, she feels the difference. Though she'll later discover that the spirit has only quieted and not gone, the Inquisitor is breathless with the rush of hope and gratitude and can only stare for a moment before she comes to her senses and knees in front of him, rummaging through her bag and offering him a health poultice. ]

Here. [ Cecily insists, pressing it into his hand. ] Thank you, it- it worked, as far as I can tell. It feels so different; you really did work a miracle.

[ Healers. She'll forever be impressed with what they can do. ]

Are you ill? [ She asks, pressingly. ] What can I do?