He turns to the fiendish woman. "Akate. I am sorry for your troubles. Perhaps... perhaps there is a way I might help you... Akate, the gods often bless with magic those they saddle with curses. Some cosmic sense of humor, I suppose. By any chance, are you able to heal injuries?"
**sniff, sniff** "Oh yes, I have to do it all the time. Why just last week when I was moving this carriage from the livery stable and there was this terrible accident--. And this was the last place too. I've worked on farms in the fields, and as a laborer putting up building and churches, I've worked for alchemists, stonemasons, and potters, and as servers in Cayden knows how many taverns. Now I'll have to move on again. Though, I hadn't ever thought of healing folks before I hurt them.... Do you think it could work?"