Micolash does as he's told, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes closed. Again, his brow wrinkles with worry at the fact he can feel the cloth winding around his face, but his field of vision remains black. His hands worry and grip at Abysa's robes again, needing something to occupy them in his anxiety.

He stays still for the process and, once it's complete, reaches up and touches the cloth where it's now snug over his eyes. His frown only deepens.

"...The Healing Church did this. Their blood-drunk hunters hid their eyes behind bandages. The Choir, behind their caps. Said to be done in homage of Master Willem. But only a mockery. A complete and total mockery..."