They do seem to fade over time. This one is mostly gone.

[He does feel mostly the same, though his body still feels unwell. Jezebel wonders if it will linger like an illness, or like the marks on Ianchus' back. After all, the aftereffects could still stretch out far longer than the punishments themselves.

At Ianchus' second statement, he wears a small, wry smile.]

Well, I imagine most of our strongest ires outweigh whatever happened to earn them.

[For a second, he thinks of his brother again, but lets the thought fade from him.]