[ Once upon a time, Melisandre might have scarred her own skin in such a manner, driven by the anguish of her own slavery. But there is no evidence of any markings now on the red priestess, as the ruby gleams and shimmers at her throat over the video feed. ]

He is the Lord of Light, yes. R'hollor, the one true god, whom we as priests and priestesses serve.

[ She looks gently, kindly on the girl, although with a knowing look in her eyes. ] He sees us for our imperfections, one and all, and welcomes us into his fold with his purifying light.