The gentle touch calmed the urge to out right sob, but she was still tempted to rub at her poor abused flesh once his back was turned. He had told her to stay still and she would rather obey so he didnt try to tie her up for the next time.
Instead, she tried to focus on the magic again. It looked so ritualistic. Vaguely, she wondered if it was the rituals or a witch's blood that actually let them cast the spell. If that was true, what was the difference between them and humans? Maybe she'd try to learn that while she was still here.