Oliver, looking horrified, sucks in a breath. "God in Heaven," he murmurs, touching the white flame tattoo on his forehead.

He remembers Godsworn bodies nearly fleshless - foxskins and crowskins in particular enjoy desecrating the corpses of their ancient foes by consuming them....He shakes his head. This is not about him.

He looks at Steph with compassion. "If you wish to speak more of this, I will listen, but do not force yourself if events are still too raw."

Sure, she's been relatively fine speaking up until now. But she's still a woman, and a young one, and thus Oliver will do what he can to keep her from speaking further of such upsetting things.