“Lets get you to the infirmary”

"Thank you, Apprentice Priestess Lennox." Alissah would answer, accepting Kathlin's guidance out of the nave and into the numerous side corridors of the Cathedral.

Although she knew the way to the infirmary herself, Alissah choose to not say anything, and instead let the young apprentice guide her through the smaller corridors. She enjoyed the company. It was always nice to see the one they had gone to save walking healthily and seemingly in good spirits, rather than lying in a wagon, either dead or sputtering blood as they drew a last breath.

In truth, when she had first seen the ritual hall where the White Hand had kept Kathlin, she had feared she would have had to kill the girl to put down whatever unholy monster might have possessed her!

Blessed be the light though, for no such thing had been necessary.

"You are quite brave for an apprentice." Alissah would start talking as she walked next to Kathlin, accepting whatever support the young priestess may have chosen to give her.

"Few ever walk away from a Ritual of Possession, and the few who do are usually not the same as before. Such dark magic can do terrible things to the human mind, create deep, psychological wounds that no ordinary healing could ever cure. So insidious is the workings of the dark arts, that many of those who fight it often lose themselves before ever falling in battle. A fate that can be worse than death." Alissah would say, turning to look towards Kathlin where she would grant the girl a surprisingly soft and warm smile.

"But you look perfectly fine. On the outside, at least. I hope it's the same on the inside as well."