So you essentially taught Sunday school while away? I'm sure you loved that.

[Nothing on her face calls for stitches, just some cleaning and bandaids to keep the cuts neat. She can dab herself with alcohol pads with out flinching, but she does pause to give Lucifer a look.]

I wish it were a brawl. I'm back to being branded a witch and murderess, and stoned by the townsfolk.

[Just another Tuesday.]