Richard was relieved when Zedd healed the wound with no problem and at a relatively quick speed. He felt as if he could see the color returning to her features. Kahlan had passed out in his arms moments before Zedd started healing, and was now sleeping soundly against Richard's chest. Zedd swiped a hand over her cheek and chest, quickly healing those minor wounds as well. The old man suggested that Richard take Kahlan up to her room and let her sleep, but once Richard moved to pick her up, she stirred and her eyes flung open.

"Nice work, Mother Confessor." Cara had a smug look on her face. "You kill with precision, you don't toy with your victims." The blonde smirked as Kahlan sighed. "One day I'll show you how much fun it is to play with your prey." Kahlan started laughing and Cara shifted her weight, rolling her agiel between her fingers. Richard chuckled and Zedd shook his head.

"Thank you, Cara." Although most wouldn't view such a thing as a compliment, Kahlan was quick to realize the flattery that Cara was bestowing upon her. Kahlan shook her head and brought her hand to her forehead, quickly noticing how the wound was healed. Her eyes grew wide and she flung her arm in front of her face.

"Where's my bracelet?" She asked frantically, as if the movement her arm was causing would beckon the jewelry back to her. Richard laughed and Kahlan scolded him. He pulled it out of his vest and slid it back on her wrist. Red specks were all over the jewels. Kahlan frowned.

"After you came out of your .." Richard wasn't sure what to call it, and he didn't want to say something to insult her. "After you returned to your normal self, I slid it off your wrist. The silver was scratching against your wound and aggravating it." Kahlan nodded as she held her wrist in front of her face, observing the bracelet.

"Con Dar." She simply stated, letting her arm fall as she looked around the room.

"What?" Richard felt he should know what she meant, but he hadn't the faintest idea.

"What I came out of. Con Dar." She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling. "It's a ancient magic." When Richard slightly nodded she scrunched her nose, crossing her arms but making no attempt to leave his lap.

"My dear! You make it sound so simple." Zedd boomed, laughing. Cara rolled her eyes and began stalking around the room, barking orders at the guards who were directed to stand back. A few men came in and started dragging bodies out.

"Is it not that simple?" Kahlan questioned, her brows furrowing.

"You have grown up knowing of this, Richard has not." The old man redirected his gaze at Richard. "And you thought you knew all there was to know about Confessors." Zedd huffed as he chuckled, offering a hand to help Kahlan stand. She eyed the wizard warily before accepting his help.

She groaned and Richard jumped to his feet, asking her if anything was wrong. She shook her head and gestured to her dress. "Stiff with blood." Richard nodded and smiled sadly at her.

"Con Dar, my boy, is an ancient magic held by the most powerful Confessors. When rage over comes them, the power is tapped, and they become a force to be reckoned with. A touch is not needed to take someone with her power, and her balanced personality is quickly switched to one of a violent nature. It is also known as the blood rage." By this time, Cara had instructed more men to rid the room of the Sisters. The area was almost clear of them, but the marble was slicked with their blood. "Generally, a certain event will trigger her blood rage, a fear or anger focused on one occurrence."

Kahlan looked uninterested in the conversation, shifting uncomfortably in her dress. Even though it was blood, Richard thought she looked stunning in red.

"My dear, what do you remember before you went into the Con Dar?" Zedd was flicking his hand, using magic to clear the floor of blood. Kahlan clenched her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

"Richard was being cornered by the Sisters." Zedd nodded as he continued cleaning, repairing broken furniture.

"So Richard is your trigger, then?"

Kahlan stared at him dumbly, her mouth slightly parted. She shook her head and clenched her eyes. "I don't know, I suppose."

"When Richard was in danger, you became angry and upset, thus, releasing the blood rage."

"That sounds like a statement, not a question." Zedd turned and smiled at her. "Is this amusing to you, Wizard?" She snapped, causing Cara to snort from the other side of the room.

"My heart is warmed by your feelings for my grandson." Kahlan's eyes narrowed as she scoffed, crossing her arms while her face heated. Richard laughed and walked over to her, placing a light kiss on the top of her head.

"Shh, Zedd. She doesn't like to admit to having emotions." Kahlan's jaw dropped as she hit him in the shoulder with the back of her hand. Zedd laughed and Cara appraised Kahlan for her unemotional stance.

Zedd waved his hand in Kahlan's direction. "I will mention it no more." His robes made a rustling sound against the marble as Richard wrapped his arm around Kahlan's waist, not caring that her clothing was drenched in blood.

"I do not believe the Sisters still pose a threat." Cara walked up and pursed her lips, Kahlan raising an eyebrow at the old wizard. "You have annihilated them all, my dear. If there are any more, they will know that another attack would be suicide." Kahlan tried to blow a strand of bloody hair out of her face and pouted, the hair too stiff to move.

"I need a bath."

"I think I quite like the look of the Mother Confessor covered in the blood of her enemies." The blonde was smirking, her arms crossed below her breasts. Kahlan mimicked her silently before walking out of the room, Richard following shortly behind.