Marianne smiled at Hess who grabbed her hand and held a towel.
"Really? Thank you. Your eyes are beautiful, like opals."
"Pardon? Oh no…Thank you."
Hess bowed with a rushed voice.
Unlike the villagers in which she was born and raised, her fellow priests did not hate or laugh at her injured eye. They didn't point their fingers at her, nor did they label it as an ominous sign.
But it was the first time Hess heard such a kind compliment.
Hess quickly washed her body with a flushed face. Marianne smiled at her, looking at her often as if she was cute.
The three were done taking a bath in a warm atmosphere. They dried her hair and applied ointment on the wounds all over her body. Although she was bare-faced, she still looked wonderful compared to her miserable appearance when she came into the temple.