The priest came as promised early the next morning and worked on his miracle the next seven hours. He was drenched in sweat when he finally finished, his skin a pale pallor.
Leguna was down when he saw the priest's state. If healing a month old wound was that difficult, could healing decade old scars be too hard even if possible in principle? He was resolved, however, that, no matter how hard, he would do it for Eirinn. She'd given him live a decade ago, and he would do the same for her. It was his promise and he would keep it.
Eirinn didn't think about it much. Her attention was firmly planted on her hand. She shuddered when the healing finished.
"It's real," Leguna smiled gently, "It's whole again. We'll fix your looks soon as well. No one will look at you oddly ever again,...