"You fight for your freedom." Maybe Maul was not so different from Delita, though he was certainly more intimidating. Ovelia could not say who would win a battle of wills between the two of them.

She carries the basin back to the sink and returns with a sterile cloth to dab the excess water from Maul's skin. She is curious about his comment 'die again,', but she decides against prying for now.

"It is a tragedy, but the creature's death would not undo the loss they have suffered. Does it not also have the right to live? I would that it was far away, where it can do no harm, but I would not wish it dead." Let Maul laugh at her tender heart and rose-tinted hopes for a peaceful world. Ovelia has had her fill of death already.

She surveys her work and nods to herself. Nothing more she can do but wait for the doctor to knit the flesh back together.

"I learned the theory of healing in my studies, as well as some minor blessings of white magic, but it was considered 'beneath my station' to practice it. I wish I'd had the opportunity to help others like this." Men had died in her name, and she had not even been allowed to visit their ranks and provide them what healing she knew.