His magic was weak now, true. But killing millions of people and demons had transformed his soul, demeanour and aura greatly. The red priestess visibly paled after only a few seconds. "It will be done, Azor Ahai." Melisandre managed to utter, and bowed deeply and quickly left as if on fire. The old knight was speechless and couldn't find his words. Sansa just looked worried. They had had no idea, nor could they even begin to imagine how much pressure Melisandre had been under just now.