Ignatius looks at Peridot, completely shell shocked. He's healed, yes, and that's very much a relief... but he's not sure he can explain how disturbing this feels. It's like waking up in a new body that isn't your own, but right down to the soul.

"Gild..." he murmurs, looking into the distance as he tries to work though his shock. Rita has a practical point, but... He shakes his head, trying to balance himself.

"I'm not hurt, it's healed me of the affliction, but..." He wraps his arms around himself, trying to calm down. "This isn't right, it's Winter magic, I... shouldn't..."

He stares into the middle distance.

"It's like that damned Rose."