Tyrion did not like the sound of that. Podrick gaped in a silent fascination and horror. But Tyrion's mind whirled as he considered other more unfortunate implications of this.

"... they call you a witch already. If this is true, what will they say when you are fully restored again?"

Bitterly, he envied her healing and the back of his hand brushed the scar on his face. He would carry that forever. But I kept my nose. Barely.