[She hummed softly in her throat, mulling over this new information. She knew people who used magick and worked miracles without spells or holy objects - her sister-in-law, for one. Margaret had been able to heal people when she glowed orangish-pink, and she was sure that spells and chants weren't used.

It suddenly occurred to her that her new inmate was a lot like her much loathed sister-in-law. Yellow-haired, well-loved, and a healer as well.

Petronilla coughed to herself, biting back the familiar urge to strike something.]

How interesting.