It was obvious, by his question, that he did not understand the ways of a Priestess of Diune, nor apparently remember how she'd taken the wounds from the unfortunate animal he'd tied and tortured to draw him out. It was habitual for a priestess to take a patient's wounds and, if they were not then a threat to her own life and limb, hold and tend them, letting them heal in her own flesh, or sharing them out to those sworn to her service and protection like the warrior who had confronted Brom in the field.<br/><br/>As the girl between her thighs began to use her tongue in a way that she plainly did not wish to, a way that made Elandriel's stomach twist in revulsion, she gazed down, trying to ignore the brush of the blade,t he taunt in his words - until the blade turned, pressed, slid, and she felt her flesh slide open in a long hot gash around the sharp edge, breath catching. That alone made the cut gape glistening, before her inhuman, glistening blood welled up and spilled down over her pale skin, trickling down the soft curving plane of her bare stomach.<br/><br/>Water welled up in eyes that turned up to the man in shock and pain; to hold wounds, she knew... but to receive them direct, rather than through the use of her Lady's divine power, was something else entirely.