[ The concern isn't necessary, she's right in accessing the age of his scars. But his brow furrows when she begins removing her own gloves, and only when she removes the glamour does he understand the reason. He gives her a knowing half smile, tinged with his growing fondness for the young woman. Her hands wouldn't be soft, despite appearances. Hilda is a warrior, after all.

When she explains faith magic he nods. ]

Claude's promised to teach me a healing spell. We'll be meeting in Nocwich, probably in the wood. [ Where it won't be noticed. As open as he's been during the past couple weeks about his good relationships with the non-Thorne Summoned, it's still best to keep certain things secret from unknown prying eyes. ]

And you hardly need spells when you can wield an axe like that...

[ Another grin. ]