"I do not know if my Grace could be made to do such a thing," he murmurs, not quite able to meet her gaze. "I was made to be a weapon of God's destruction, it tends to be a very extreme sort of power. I can heal, though, so perhaps..."

He trails off, feeling more off center than he would have expected at the idea that his power could be changed in such a way. That he would not have to be quite so dangerous to those around him.