They're lead into another small room, and the priest nods to Ember. "So," he says. "What are you here for today?" 

His gaze flicks down at her missing fingers.

"We are here for a Regenerate today," Rose says. "Ember is a Nidalese survivor."

The priest nods. "I had suspected so. It will be a somewhat longer wait for you - you'll need the Scion Lady's personal attention. She will be here in around an hour, after she finishes leading her congregation." 

He looks over at Rose. "As for payment...?"

Rose fishes in her purse. "I have a promissory note here from the Church of Shelyn to cover the cost." She shows it.

He inspects the paper and nods. "I'll cross-reference our records." 

He steps out. 

Church of Shelyn, are these women legit?

Yes, they're legit.

He goes back into the room. "I've checked the records. You are Ember Scar of Nidal?"

"Yes."

"Then there should be no issues. The Scion Lady will see you in a few hours."

"Very well."

Ember settles in to wait again.

Rose nods to the priest and returns to her translation work.

Some hours later, a woman wearing a jeweled circlet enters the room. She surveys Ember thoughtfully. 

"Good afternoon," she says. "You are seeking a Regenerate?"

"I am."

The woman nods. 

"The process is not painful, but can be deeply disconcerting to experience as new flesh grows in. It only takes around a minute to fully restore all lost function. You will lose all injuries or scars you bear, including tattoos or deliberate scarification such as you bear on your face. Are you certain you wish to proceed?"

Ember hesitates for a moment, then finally nods. 

"I am certain."

"I will have to touch you to trigger the spell. Where would you prefer to be touched?"

Ember extends a four-fingered hand, palm up.

Lady Xerashir taps it once with a finger, the fleetingest of touches. 

"There," she says. 

For a moment it seems like nothing has happened - but then there is a very alien feeling, and a new finger surges into being at the end of Ember's hand. 

The energies of the spell roll through her body in a single wave, and the finger on her other hand grows back. Her teeth creak and surge and fill out again. The scars beneath her clothes wash away...

... and she's left with no marks on her face at all. Her eyes are no longer cloudy, and the deliberate burn scars have gone. 

She feels naked.

Rose smiles. 

"It's a big adjustment, isn't it?"

"I - yes." 

Ember seems to shrink into herself a little. 

"Everything is intact?"

"Much of the damage was done to her when she was quite young, so she doesn't have a baseline. Nidal."

"Ah. Yes." 

She nods. 

"I have other duties to attend to, but I will send a priestess to ensure you're seen to."

The Lady sweeps out of the room.