" You aren’t useless. You have your mind, you have your determination. You can still probably wield a sword better than half of Cress’s army, I’d bet, depth perception or no. Stay and fight and show her that she didn’t ruin you.”
Erik swallows. For a moment, he says nothing, but eventually he nods his head. “I don’t suppose you could heal me, Heron?” he asks, though he sounds like he already knows the answer.
“I can’t make you a new eye,” Heron says, his voice pained. “But I can try to help with healing your other one.”
“What about you, Artemisia?” Erik asks. “Any illusion you could cast to hide it?”
“Nothing permanent. I’m sorry,” she says. “And nothing that would give you back your vision.”
“Ah well,” Erik says, his voice still quavering. “I had a few good years of being handsome. It’s more than most get.”
It’s an attempt at a joke, but no one laughs.
“You’re still handsome,” Heron says quietly.
Erik laughs, the sound hard. “I’m monstrous,” he says.
“You’re brave,” Heron says, louder this time. “And steadfast. And you fight for your people—for what you know is right no matter what it costs you. You are, without a doubt, the handsomest man I’ve ever seen, and if you try to say otherwise one last time, I will break your nose as well, you vain ass. "
― Laura Sebastian , Ember Queen (Ash Princess Trilogy, #3)