Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi
Mikhail had entrusted more than his own mind to Faeril. Laying there, defenseless in front of a Black Widow meant a lot, especially coming from someone who was as cautious (some would definitely say 'paranoid') as Mikhail. If one asked themselves what exactly all that meant, or what made someone like Mikhail to completely trust a total stranger they would probably be in doubt if it was solely the agonizing situation his mind was in or if he indeed trusted that Black Widow after he spoke with her and looked her in the eyes. The truth was that it was a little bit of both.
He had felt Faeril's experienced hands weaving a web made of his memories, slowly trying to make sense out of the mess of fragmented memories inside his head. Together with that, he saw those fragments, felt the emotions and feelings but they were notably more... distant. Almost as if they were memories and feelings from another person, from another life that wasn't his anymore. He was prepared from the second he laid down for the fact that he was entrusting everything he was to Faeril. But it was only during the procedure that he realized how deep that was. It was safe to assume that Faeril herself understood and knew Mikhail more than many people have always knew.
"I see... I was already prepared for this. I will be in your care for the time being." Mikhail replied after he heard Faeril's words, saying more sessions would be needed to complete the treatment. It was true that he felt noticeably better than before, but he knew that it would be difficult to heal his broken mind and get rid of the memories of the past life he rejected.
When the Black Widow mentioned payment, Mikhail lowered his head in a small and discreet bow.
"I managed to save a reasonable amount of money. If by chance it's not enough, I would gladly offer you my... services... to pay for the treatment." Mikhail said, looking directly towards Faeril's eyes. He knew very well that by now she was already aware of what exactly he was and what was his... 'job'. Yet, as much as he may dislike that, it wouldn't change the fact that she was one of the few capable of treating his condition. Not only that, but she promised complete discretion regarding his past, his identity and his 'circumstances'.
"Whatever it may be, I am ready to pay for your service." Mikhail completed, with a calm, but serious stare towards Faeril.