She touches the pendant to his hand. When he doesn't burn, she nods and puts it back over her head. "Well, you're definitely not a dark thing, and probably a human." She sighs, and then puts her hand over a bloody patch of her hair and says, "Winter Light, by your grace and to better follow you, I beseech your power grant me healing for this wound sustained in your service." There is a blue-white glow under hand; she repeats herself with a hand on her knee and then attends to her mount's injuries the same way.
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