"Hm. Slow messengers are always a frustration, aren't they?" Davy mused in response to the verse and began to hum an old song as he brought his fingers against Luca's cheek. He worked very gently at spreading it over the priest's face. As he hummed, the paste began to glow softly with his magic and the magic of the plants that he had called upon as he requested their assistance - hence, the closed eyes, though Luca might have felt a spreading coolness as the paste made the bruises fade.

"I suppose one should get to the point, then." Davy sighed as he finished coating Luca's face - there was still a bit of a glow as the paste sank into Luca's skin. "You can open your eyes now, father."