The Broken Eye - Pg 560

   Karris couldn't move. She held herself rigid. I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten. That promise held everything she'd ever hoped to hear, and from Orholam. It felt like someone had picked her soul up out of her body and shaken it gently, and all the dirt and grime and hatred and rage had simply sloughed off and fallen, and he dropped her back into her own shoes. Everything was the same, but her eyes were different, healing. She didn't trust herself to speak.