"You think our general's okay?" a comrade asks me as the angel girl in front of me heals my arm. I shrug at him.
"She should be. She looked fine despite the sword stuck in her body," I tell him, shrugging again as the angel girl takes a few steps back.
"All done. Does that feel better? I'm sorry I couldn't heal you sooner, Lord Gallian. My magic was drained because there were so many injured with really bad wounds," she says, wiping sweat from her brow.
"No problem... uh..."
"Faye! My name is Faye, Lord Gallian." She says with a smile. It's still uncomfortable having an angel tend to me, but having someone with healing powers is great.
"Hey, you three! The General is coming!" a soldier says, running to the center of the camp. The three of us quickly head outside since it's important. It's been about two days since she last returned, so having her here is really useful to find out what she'll do.
