Lafrenia

— That's true, — Raum hid the dagger, on whose blade a drop of his own blood had already appeared, and instead picked up Mira, setting her on his shoulder, — you have a golden heart, Little One.

— I don't know what would have happened to me if more of my comrades had shed their blood... Or if they had sullied themselves with the unjust deeds of others, — trying not to look at or touch the grotesque body of the mutant, Mira replied. She hadn't even noticed that, since returning from the forest, and during the argument with the church officials, the emotions she had experienced and the subsequent fatigue had suppressed her elaborate Refetian accent.
In this whole story, there was only one hope: no matter how branched out this "society" was, if in their hearts they followed the letter and spirit of the Church, which had led humanity out of darkness, then perhaps there was a chance that they could potentially bring real help to the needy through their actions. It would be worth fighting for, even if only for that.