She flinches, as he describes the orc he killed, but, at the same time, he can feel tendrils of her magic, starting to spread to him. It's unlike any magic he's felt before, either; it feels as good and pure and cleansing, as the Beyonder taint feels corrupt and malicious and weakening. It's just a little bit, barely a drop in the bucket, compared to the amount of taint he's built up, but, at the same time, now that he considers that memory... it doesn't seem to hurt as much. He still remembers it, vividly, and it still hurts, but... less. No longer an angry, red wound on his psyche, but a cooling, healing scar, instead.<br/><br/>"There... how does that feel?"