Esme: ...So a tyrant ruler...and you two are refugees to this realm...you sound an awful lot like me and my people, actually. That's magic for you...like calls to like...
Esme: I didn't come here...I was forced here. I made a deal...a foolish deal.
Esme: ...Yes. My freedom, to be exact....although it really wasn't much of a choice...
Esme: You can heal me!?
Esme: Well...we don't have anyone with healing magic in hell so...
