Morality vs Efficiency

"You are a part of an organisation that wants Lecia, right?"

"Yes," Tristan readily replied.

Hmm, that was a bit too basic, now that I think about it, but hey, anything for passing time. As long as I don't have to handle the wankers back at the Guild.

"And the reason the organisation likes her so much is because of her special skill."

"Yes."

"And if I'm guessing it correctly, the skill, which can heal any wound as long as the person isn't dead, comes with a price. The price, which Lecia has to pay, is to either feel all the pain that the person she's healing is feeling, or to bear a set amount of pain depending on the severity of the wound she's healing."

It's most probably the latter.

After all, when she used the skill to heal me after almost choking me to death (in her eyes), she groaned and grunted, as if she was hurting. However, I hadn't felt any pain from her pathetic attempt at non-kinkily choking me.