She blinked at him in confusion. He didn't believe in gods despite their clear power, despite having those with magic on the train with them and yet he believed in tiny little beings that you couldn't see but fought for you and stopped you getting sick? And enemy tiny little germs that make you sick?

Peter is indeed strange. She stared at him for a long moment before continuing to wash the wound. "I will be telling you if it does be going bad."

A bad wound she understood, even if she was pretty sure she didn't believe in germs.