"No," she said. "You don't need to apologise for this." Hecate sat back, considering. "I'm going to start with your cheek, instead," she decided. The throat was such a intimate part of the body, after all. She raised her fingers to touch Luna's cheek, at the borderline where her undamaged skin started to darken, and began to knit back together all that was wrong, mending the burst capillaries and soothing the pain. She paused when she had finished, to gather herself again, and to make sure Luna didn't need a moment to do the same.