"I see." Her tone was even - neither accepting nor condemning - just pure statement of fact. The ice in her demeanour thawed. Penance was something she understood.

Her own just took different forms.

She stood silently a long moment, considering. Unnervingly long.

"Show me." She looked up, the flog still gripped tightly in her fist. She wanted to make sure he wasn't overly harming himself.