Indeed, Christine's eye twitches and her hand dips down closer to his wound when she hears that. It sounds like something traditional, that the Avvar have always done, and it sounds reckless as can be. Her lips purse, words threatening to spill from between her lips, but she holds them back. Talking will keep Asher awake, but arguing will make him flare to life like a roaring fire, and she can't have that while they're trying to heal him.

It takes her a moment, but then her mind clears enough from the shock to ask, "And what is the point of possession? Is it seen as some sort of honor as the spirits are your gods?" For now, her voice is level. She focuses on the healing and borrowing Faith's strength for it.