"He will not," Skellig replies firmly, his focus on working to rid this plague and illness from her body - it is not something he can simply take into his own body as he did with Kreyu's wounds, his connection is not nearly as strong. This is a plague, thousands upon thousands of tiny pieces that have infiltrated the entire being of the woman. Each one clashes violently with his Light as he sends it out through her system, though the 'sparks' are so small she will hardly notice.

He adjusts his position where he is seated on the bed, turns and flashes a smile that is just ever-so-slightly sharp to Neferet. "Owls do eat rats," he replies, as if he is praising her for being so smart. "And all manner of other nasty creatures."

The mother's words: sired her clearly set the tone. He wonders if that Dark being is the sire of this child. If she is clearly god-touched in some manner, is her mother as well? Surely he would have been able to tell by now, though the layers of the White Death are putting up a struggle as he peels them back.