She made a sound in the back of her throat that was both sympathy and disappointment, and a bit of memory mixed into it. "Dammit Padraig." she shook her head, paling a little. "I was whipped you know." She didn't always share much outside of her friends and family, but he seemed to need to know.
She handed the case to Patrick, "I can't right now." Instead she sat in front of Padraig. "Lucifer whipped me. And I've seen the ones on Patrick, so I know how it feels. He punished me because I was wicked. Or used it as an excuse either way." She looked at her hands, "crucified me too."
She shook her head and gave Padraig a very level look. "It isn't right. I don't care about religious philosophy it isn't right. There is repentance for what you did wrong and there's this. I'll call Aesculapius. He can see if he can do anything so it won't infect or scar too bad. In the meantime no one wants this. Nor do you deserve it. No one does."