"Have a seat," Fionn said kindly, gesturing towards one of the overstuffed lounge chairs that were scattered about the room. "And please, it's just Fionn, save the formalities for the arrogant, pompous members of court who relish such things."<br/><br/>His hands glowed softly, the white light slowly engulfing his forearms before stopping. He took a seat directly in front of her, smiling reassuringly.<br/><br/>"This won't hurt," he said softly, his face mere inches from hers. "I never did get your name, miss..." He placed his hands on the wound, and closed his eyes concentrating on what needed to be done. The glow spread from Fionn's hands to Lyra's neck, slowly engulfing the bright red marks on her pale skin.