Nora's eyes fluttered open gently as she looked up at Eunid's face. She appeared fragile, like a porcelain doll on the verge of breaking. Though her eyes still held the faint purple glow of divine power, they were soft and clear, filled with a vulnerability that contrasted with the intensity of what had just happened. Her breath was shallow, but steady, and Eunid, feeling the weight of what she had done, gently rubbed her cheek.
"You did good, Nora," he whispered softly in her ear, his voice low but filled with warmth. "You did very, very good."