Idiot

"How did you know?" One asked her.

Stacy smiled and started walking around the room.

She was still wearing the same clothes she had when they found her but in contrast back then, her clothes were clean and her skin was as fair as snow. 

"Weren't you defiled, beaten, and left to rot back in that tower?" One asked. His eyes following her every movement. 

"Well, I was beaten but not defiled. Although it's common knowledge among mages that defiling a mage would result in a magical reaction between the defiler and the victim but of course I don't expect the common folk to know of it," Stacy said. 

"So you never needed help in the first place?" One said.

"Well, not really. I was badly wounded, you saw that yourself, if any other healing mage were to heal me, I would still be in bed right now," Stacy said.