If he could have moved, he would have cried out in pain at the holy water and the relic against his chest. As it was with the body bind and these ropes, he couldn’t do much but suffer the burning. The flesh where she had trailed the water actually began to smoke. He hoped it left a mark or scar on her friend. He hoped that she believed that she was causing him pain.
Slowly his fingers began to move as his own power began to overtake her spell.