Looking very much like he wasn't sure he actually wanted to know, Tony eyed Lark dubiously and prompted, "Burn them out...?" That sounded like medieval kind of language, too, like illnesses were basically curses and the cure was more divine magics.

Tony was going to keep coming up with religious titles for Lark and keep looking unconvinced when she denied them, because he pouted thoughtfully and tapped a finger to his chin as he considered the evidence; "You live and work in a special place, to which you are a dedicate, serving your craft of faith with a bunch of likewise committed magic-people. Presumably all wearing skirts that come to their ankles."