Billy nodded. His dad had told him something similar. He trusted it more when other people said it, though.

"There is magic here," he said, as if that was proof of something. And for Billy, it was. "Healing magic. That has to come from somewhere, doesn't it?" Billy had always thought of his healing ether as the Goddess's Light, a sign of her love. The religion was a lie, but the magic still existed, so...