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If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll  see  what  tomorrow brings

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[attr="class","TAGSU"]Open; taking place two days before the Trial.

Damn him... Damn you Mylee! 

It all happened so fast. She'd known Mylee was growing tired of her ill wishes and dreams of a new life, one where she could have a family and make her own decisions. Sure, she enjoyed doing what she did, guarding the all mighty Mylee; but Gods was that man a lot to handle! Impulsive, stubborn, forgetful, and by all definitions out right insane! For thousands of years she put up with him and all his antics; but it was finally all over. Granted, it didn't go down how she would have hoped; she never imagined he'd throw her from his Grace... Like literally, he threw her. Mylee was many things, and one of them was over dramatic. After he'd made his grand speech of all the reasons she was being discarded, he grabbed her by her left wing, dangled her in the air, and all but slam dunked her into the clouds and back down into the world. During his speech, he'd listed off the two curses he was "granting her", as he so eloquently put it. One was that she would never be able to fly again, not using his magic anyways (plus when he'd grabbed her wing, he'd torn a few muscles in it.) Two was that she would never bare a child; he had made her body infertile, and really, there was no way around that one. He left her all the magic she'd gained through their time together, but hindered her more by removing any advancements she made on them, rendering her like a beginner. She knew it would take some practice, but she was confident she could raise her skill again one day. Thankfully, her combat skills were still very much intact. 

The falling part was easy, in fact the wind felt amazing over her skin and through her hair; and it was a really long fall. It was the land that she was worried about. Without use of her wings, she really couldn't make it any softer. As she got closer to the ground, she saw it was Nova she was going to land in; she had to admit, it was the better of the three kingdoms. Silas annoyed the hell out of her and Galahad gave her the creeps. Noku seemed decent, though kinda over dramatic when it came to public events. She would have to note later, that even though she knew a lot of the icons of each city, they didn't know her- she couldn't very well just waltz up and tell them who she was either. They would obviously know she fell for a reason. Laying low seemed to be the best option for a little while. 

The ground grew closer and closer and Esme braced herself for contact- but really there wasn't much she could do. When she did finally hit the ground, earth shattering pain vibrated through her entire body. She landed on her side first, rolling onto her back which only caused more pain as her already injured wing was crushed more under her own body weight. She couldn't breath, all the air had been knocked out of her. She wasn't a healing angel, and although her immortal body had higher healing abilities than any human or creature on this planet, it only worked so quickly, and there was nothing she could do to speed it up. She knew her left arm was broken, as were a few ribs and possibly her leg, not to mention her wing. There were cuts and bruises everywhere, blood pouring out from a wound she couldn't yet locate. Her mind was spinning; the pain was bringing her in and out of consciousness. Her eyes blinked open and shut, seeing a crowd of people gathered around her which was not a surprise. Her blonde hair was thrown about, tangled in her wings and stuck underneath her, making it even harder to move her head - not that she really wanted to, the slightest movement brought immense pain. She wore the battle armour she had always worn up there, A very intricately designed chest plate, that really didn't cover much (and bottom half matched), but as an immortal she really didn't need something hefty. Because of this, her entire arms and legs (up to mid thigh) where exposed, aside from where her boots ended, which was about lower calf. She'd had gauntlets, but she wasn't wearing them during the whole ordeal. 

Somebody... Help me... Please.. Esme groaned over and over, her body twitching in pain. She was almost unaware that she was speaking at all; she was so deep in her mind, cursing Mylee for what he had done to her. It wasn't enough that he had thrown her into this world, but he had stripped her of everything, and made it impossible to have the life she'd always dreamed off. Damn that sadistic bastard!! She screamed mentally, knowing she couldn't say it out loud, lest he hear her and make her life even worse if that was possible. She would just have to lay there, hoping someone could help her; the crowd seemed more dumbfounded with the fact that she'd fallen from the sky and that she had wings to do much more than stare and whisper. 

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’ahhh crap…not another one’ Aria watched the figure come crashing down to earth. Not an expression being shown on her face as she did so. Yes she could have probably spared the woman some injury by possibly levitating her last minute; but for an angel with two intact wings, there had to be a reason. What she didn’t know but that wouldn’t be for long. She did wince slightly as the large thud resounded on the ground; Aria had by now heard many horrific sounds but something about flesh hitting the ground from high up always gave her the hibbie jeebies. As the crowd gathered Aria sighed; might as well step in. Least there were no paintings here. ”Everyone if you could kindly move aside; I can handle this from here; please and thank you”

Aria had little need to push her way through the crowd; her drake Noky whom was no larger than most large dogs aided in making the path clear for her. Even though he was still young and not nearly his full size the young drake was still plenty intimidating. Dark ebony scales and piercing gold eyes; very much like his namesakes. Not to mention one could tell the young beast had a set of fairly sharp fangs. It was a natural response to make way for such an animal; especially with the beast’s species reputation to take into account. Noky walked by Aria’s side as she made her way through the crowd. Stopping when she got within arm’s reach. She knelt down beside the girl; her skirts splaying out around her. Aria did not touch the angel yet; after all a fall of that height would surly mean a multitude of severe injuries. Even for an immortal. She was lucky to be alive never mind conscious.

Aria today was looking as noble as ever; well, toned down noble. The dress had multiple light layers; well suited for the cool spring morning. The skirt was just above floor length with scalloped edged hems. The skirt consisted of three layers; the under layer which was what was floor length; was made out of a loose silky light sky blue. The material seemed to move like liquid with each movement Aria took. The second layer had an asymmetrical hem; also scalloped edged, the hem opened up at her right hip and cascaded asymmetrically down to a couple inches below her left knee. The material was a thicker silk made hued in a slightly darker blue. On her right hip a decorative tassel hung; white in color at the fringe and a dark blue with the decorative embroidery that went up the side of her hip. The third layer of the skirt was another asymmetrical skirt made with a transparent white silk; the scalloped hem stopping just above her knee. The shirt was done in two layers; a white silk under layer that poked out the second later of the shirt. This layer had the scalloped edges a bit more defined; embroidered with light blue thread along the edges. Giving the hem of the shirt the appearance of waves. The outer layer was by far the most decorative piece of the outfit; with a high collared neck line embroidered with dark blue thread. The upper part of the material and the loose bell shaped sleeves were light blue much like the second layer of the skirt. The sleeves had a large portion of the hem decorated with crashing wave embroidery. Starting just above her breasts a different pattern was made; the majority of the material a deeper blue; had white thread embroidery in a large wave pattern just above her breasts. Two decorative clasps held the hem together on her right side. The dark blue material’s bottom hem coming to a V pattern at her abdomen. DressAria’s hair was half down and have up; the top part of her wavy garnet red locks were tied back in a loos bun. Tropical flowers; picked from her home, decorated her hair. The pretty blue hues matched her dress well; and they contrasted nicely with the deep red of her hair.

Aria looked into the woman’s eyes; judging how clear they were along with the size of both pupils. Her blue green gaze cold and calculating for the moment as she took in what visual injuries there may be. ”I’m going to have to ask you not to move until I can assess the severity of your condition” Well; the woman was still in better condition hen what Tres had been in. Aria placed her hand just above the back of the woman’s neck; a soft orange gold glow surrounding her finger tips. Her first priority was to make sure nothing in the neck was broken and the spinal cord was intact in that area. Her hand would travel down the spine doing the same. Her next priority was clear as her hand with the golden glow moved to the woman’s head. To pause any bleeding and swelling that may be occurring up there. The rest of the injuries however she’d leave to Tres. Which was precisely where she planned on taking the patient to next. ”Can you tell me your name?”

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If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll  see  what  tomorrow brings

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[attr="class","TAGSU"]Open; taking place two days before the Trial.

She didn’t see the crowd part and at first, didn’t even notice the woman kneeling down to help her. Her eyes were fixated to the sky, and all she could see was Mylee’s twisted face laughing at her from way up there. I swear, if he ever comes within my reach… She continued spewing threats and curses in her mind, determined that he had finally lost all his marbles - or maybe marble… there wasn’t much there to begin with. When someone spoke to her, her eyes snapped to the side, wide with defence; not that she could actually do anything to defend herself. Oh thank Gods… She calmed down slightly, realizing that this red head was here to help her. She vaguely recognized the face with the scar. It had been a long time since she’d seen it and she knew for fact it had never seen her. 

As Aria made her way around Esme’s body and wounds, cleaning her spine and head first, Esme grunted and managed to motion to her side. It was where the blood was pouring from; as the shock died down, she’d finally been able to locate it. She must have landed on a sharp rock when she hit the ground, but the rock was no longer impaling her, which was just letting the blood right out and onto the ground. Upon being looked at, one would find that it was about 9cm in length, and only 5cm in width, but it was decently deep. 

Her name. Her name? Should she give a real one? Esme stared at the woman, trying to figure it out. Giving out her real name wasn’t dangerous for her if it had been anyone else who’d found her. But this face with the scar… She knew the Gods; Esme remembered that. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a gargled cough came out, blood dripping down the side of her mouth. Internal bleeding. Greeeeaaat. Seriously Mylee… Why are you such a dick? Esme groaned in her head, getting more fed up with this entire situation. She knew she’d live; it was all but impossible for her not to; unless she received an entirely fatal blow in combat with no healers around, she would be pretty fine. 

Seeing as she wasn’t able to speak apparently, Esme raised her left hand- not her dominant one so this would be interesting - and used her index finger to trace her name in the blood pooling beside her, motion for Aria to look. A crooked “E” was made out, then a lopsided “S”, a pointy “M”, and then an even more crooked “E”. When she was finished, she let her hand fall back down beside it, hopefully not smearing it too badly. She wasn’t lucid enough at this point to stay focused. Damn fool! What are you going to do without me? Create someone new?? I hope you make them as insane as you! Thats the only way they’re doing to be able to deal with you, you bastard!! She was screaming in her head, her face scrunched up in what could be assumed pain.

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A time before the momentous crash, Adrain could faintly sense something going on in the world. Ever since studying Helena's wing and the divine energies of it, along with the mass of energy that Helena maintained during the siege, he had begun to get a sense of what disturbances of the energy were like. It was difficult to tell what the intent or purpose of the disturbance was, but at this point he could only assume it was worth investigating.

Arriving through a portal in the second district, the area broad and hard to narrow down precisely, he soon sensed something plummeting to the earth of a rapidly diminishing divine energy. Leaping from the shadows across where he arrives to the scene, he manifested behind the crowd and approached when Aria had arrived to take control of the scene. Why does it not surprise him in the least that Aria was involved in this..

He was wearing his Headmaster's robe covering the rest of his attire beneath, the spellcloth black robe with gold embroidery commonly seen on him indicating his role and presence almost instantly to anyone familiar with the magical world. He made his way through to stand behind Aria, speaking only after it seemed the first batch of healing work was done.

"..Cruel. If only I had gotten here faster." he curses softly as he reaches into his robe and pulls out a flask of a silver fluid, handing it to Aria. "You apparently know more about healing magic than I, this is a regenerative potion created at the Arch that has had success in healing angels in the past. She looks bad, I will summon some air elementals to take her to a clinic nearby..: he says, referring to Tresor's clinic though Adrain didn't know that Aria and Tresor were already acquainted.

He moved a ways back and held up his hands as a glyph manifested around his feet. Some of the magic paranoid would take this as the time to depart while others watched as the mana nearby shifted to an air element. Adrain chanted in arcane language as manifestations of air began to appear, vaguely humanoid in shape but entirely made of air, they stood by the archmage barely visible from the glowing strands of white mana that occasionally illuminated their form. Once the summoning was stable, he walked back toward Aria, the quiet howls of the elementals in tow as they fanned out around the fallen angel.

"When you think she is stable, the elementals will carry her. They should be able to levitate and move her without anything being jostled about or abrasive surfaces as well as being able to carry her through the doorways." he says to Aria then looking at the girl with a somber expression. "I'm sorry for the pain you're in right now and the fate that seems to have befallen you.."

This situation reminded him of Tresor's story of how she fell from Helena's grace. At least whoever this one served didn't see fit to rip off her wing. When commanded, the elementals would gently but steadily life and hold up Esme and begin to move in the direction of Tresor's clinic, the instruction transmitted during the summoning.

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Aria frowned when it seemed the woman did not focus on her; at least not at first. It was partially why she had made the head the second priority over the gushing wound. Where ever that was. Aria frowned as blood gurgled from the mouth when the woman tried to speak; taking that into an account she focused her next bit of energy on clearing the longs and throat. Making sure no blood was leaking in those places. Her attention shifted to the ground as E S M E was spelt out in blood. Aria turned her head sideways as she deciphered the messy hand writing. “Esme..sounds like its me…” Awesome name to announce when barging into houses. ”Well It’s me; I’m going to be using a spell on you for a moment to help transport you to a clinic nearby”

Aria stepped back and rolled up her sleeves so they would not hang and pointed to the girl; though just as she began the spell Adrain happened to step up behind her. Well that was good timing!”Oh Hello Adrain; lovely weather we’re having. Though odd hail stones don’t you agree?” Aria gave the friendly mage a dopey grin. Her grin however was replaced with a look of curiosity as he handed over a silver liquid. She held it up to inspect its contents; raising her eyebrow when he mentioned using it on other angels. ”Gee wonder what that could have been for…..” Considering at dinner he happened to have some of Helena’s feathers; it wasn’t that far of a leap to assume Tres obtained her newest wing from him. Aria nodded when he said he’d used air elementals to carry her off to the clinics. Basically same thing she was going to do with the levitation spell. At least this way she could apply pressure to the wound while they were walking.

”We can give this to her after she’s checked out by Tres at the clinic; I needed to go there anyways today to see how the green house I’ve had installed is coming along.” As they got moving Aria placed her hand against the wound putting pressure on it. She did enough healing to keep her stable; least for the trip over to the clinic. Aria remained quiet as Adrain apologized for the fate that had befallen Esme. She was curious to what made the angel turn into a living hail stone. Perhaps Adrain’s comment would bring something to light.

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    Tres had seen something falling from the sky from her upstairs window, she could only fear that what had happened to her had happened to someone else. She began to worry, and almost immediately after seeing the impact, ran downstairs to prepare a bed. Tres frantically ran about the room preparing a large amount of small square cotton sheets to soak up any blood, prepared a bucket of water next to the bed as well as a saline solution mixed with some herbs from her greenhouse to help relax their body and reduce pain. She also left a pile of towels next to the bed if they ran out of sheets and needed something immediately.

    Tres then ran into her front room, quickly tore down the curtain that provided privacy between the clinic and the front waiting room the infirmary space to make it easier to navigate if someone were to bring them here. She also pushed any chairs or items that were strewn about out of the way to make as clear of a path as possible. Tres really had hoped that someone would bring them here. She had a feeling that someone would. Tres then propped open the front door of the infirmary, and waited. Tres would be standing outside of her infirmary door keeping an eye out for someone who looked hurt.

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Adrain rose a brow that Aria seemed a little too casual about the situation, calling the fallen angel hail, but attributed it to her debatable demented sense of humor. He nodded when Aria made move to have the angel transported, taking note that she somehow seemed to know Tresor already. The elementals would gently hoist and begin moving the fallen angel toward the Clinic per instruction, approaching the clinic where Tresor already seemed ready. She must have sensed it as well or something, at least it made sense knowing Tresor's divine nature.

He would follow Tresor's instructions where to place her by commanding the elementals to lead Esme gently to an appropriate bed and resting her down as softly as possible. As the elementals finished their job, Adrain would thank them as they returned to whence they came, and stood back for a moment, allowing the other two to do their work to heal the fallen one unless asked to do something.

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    Tres saw the three, but her eyes immediately went to the poor bloodied and battered girl. "Bring her inside right away, the path is cleared!" she yelled to Aria and Adrain... certainly an odd pair... especially odd since they are both Tres' closest friends. Tres had a sense of urgency, as she ran into the infirmary before the others, she yelled back to the two "Place her on this first bed! Aria, keep her stable, Adrain, grab the cotton pads and soak up any visible blood! she instructed with speed and with certainty.

    Tres pulled back the sheets quickly before they set the girl down. "What's the damage!?" she screamed looking for answers as she didn't have time to do a full assessment of the girl. When the girl was set down, Tres would notice a large open wound that opened from her side onward to her back. She seemed to have several broken bones by the way her body was dismantled and disjointed. There was also the possibility that she had internal bleeding, which she could deal with using her healing magic. "Adrain put some pressure on the wounds!" she instructed, Tres would quickly run over to the other beds and grab three pillows, then would run back to the girl, placing two pillows on each side of her head, and one behind her head. "If you move your head, you will die." she said instructing the girl.

    Looking at her now, face to face... she recognized the girl. There was no doubt in her mind of who she was... Esme. Angel of Mylee... Tres hadn't known her well as she was older than her by several years, but she always looked up to her and Mylee, and the relationship they had. Though Mylee was questionable at times, Tres had longed for years, wanting a better relationship with her Helena... Tres shook the memory really quickly and acted almost immediately.

    Tres quickly switched gears, "Okay, on the count of three we are going to flip her on her side." She looked Aria, "Try and keep her stable, you're in charge of turning her head slowly." she then turned to Adrain "You turn her body, use her arm as support for her head, hold her body in place, she can't bend her leg." Tres meant business now as she instructed the two... "Remember, turn her slowly... Ready? One... Two... Three!" she said hoping the two would turn her slowly.

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”No need to yell; damage is what is to be expected after hitting cobble stones from that height. Internal bleeding, few broken bones, shattered ribs, concussion, along with an external wound to the hip.” Aria answered in a sing song voice with a smile on her face; completely unphased by the damage in front of her. As Tres instructed Adrain to put pressure on the wound; she quickly found a clean towel and wiped off her hands. As Tres instructed Esme not to move her head Aria looked over her shoulder as she wiped off her hands. ”Already saw that damage to her brain and spinal cord were healed. She can move her head without worry. I didn’t spend eight years under Grandpa’s thumb and not learn to at least heal that much.”

At the count of three Aria pointed her finger at Esme; levitating her allowing the turn to happen smoothly without jostling. She slowly lowered the spell when the woman was turned. ”She says her name is Esme; do you know her?” Aria went and searched for a large bowl, finding it and filling it with water; to which she heated and then cooled to a warm temperature with her magic. She took some of the clothes that Tres gathered and moved next to Adrain; to where she motioned for him to move aside so she could clean the wound.

Meanwhile she turned her attention to the injured girl “So if you can speak, how does an angel forget how to fly?” Her wings weren’t nearly as damaged as Tres’s had been when she first found the woman.

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If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll  see  what  tomorrow brings

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[attr="class","TAGSU"]Open; taking place two days before the Trial.

“It’s me”, that conclusion had Esme gargle out a laugh causing her to wince in pain. When another voice chimed in with the red head, Esme strained her eyes to look at the new figure; male, long hair, kinda feminine. He looked down her with a sense of pity that made her chest hurt even more. She didn’t want anyones pity! As he looked down at her, the spoke, apologizing for her pain. Her only response was to turn her eyes away from him, back to the red head who was actually helping her. Aria’s calm tones and attitude were actually helping somehow. She seemed so casual about Esme’s injured body, and in turn it seemed to be calming her. 

After some kind of conversation between her red head helper, and the feminine one, Esme was lifted into the air no doubt by magic- she hadn’t been paying attention. Next thing she knew, there was a shrill voice calling out commands. I take it we’re at come kind of infirmary. Lovely. Esme closed her eyes for now, waiting for the moving to stop- it didn’t hurt her, but once she was in one spot it would be easier to focus. She was rested down on a bed, but the light was too bright at first, so she squinted and closed them again, not catching the face of her now doctor. She heard the voice again, telling her if she moved her head she’d die- that wasn’t right. The calm one had already healed her head and spine- all well. After a few more minutes, Esme squinted her eyes open again, letting them adjust before glancing around the room. They were talking about rolling her on her side. Lovely. Maybe at least then the blood would finally be out of her mouth- she didn’t want to swallow it, it tasted nasty; plus it might just come back up at this rate. She glanced over at the bunch, and nearly choked on the blood in her mouth. She closed her eyes again, panic rising in her slightly. She knew that face. 

Trésor de Lys. Fallen angel of Helena… How could she forget. When Tres had fallen, Mylee had made an example about it to Esme, threatening to do the same to her, but far worse- well that day had obviously come, but she had not expected to see her here. How was it universally possible that she had landed virtually right next to the only other fallen angels clinic. How. When they did finally flip her, she heard Aria ask if Tres knew a girl named Esme. Mentally she cursed about 5 times, knowing what her answer would be. Esme kept her eyes closed until she was completely turned and let go again, where she let all the blood pour out of her mouth finally, and onto the bed and the floor. That felt much better. She spit the remains out and tried to clear her mouth of the taste. When Aria spoke to her, Esme cursed again. She should have kept the blood inside. Then she wouldn’t have to answer. I didn’t forget. It was taken from me. Was her only response, not even turning her head to look at them, turns burning behind her eyes.

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    Tres had realized that her words may not have been correct. Since Esme was an angel like herself, she would not be able to die... Maybe she could pull it off as a scare tactic. Tres had forgotten that magic was a thing in the mess of the infirmary. Tres let Aria do whatever it was that she was doing as she took over whatever she told Adrain to do.

    Tres examined the wound on her hip after Esme was turned, Tres let Aria clean the wound before she took her healing magic to it. "It's gonna feel funny for a second, but after that you'll feel great." before she could start to heal her, the girl spit up blood all over the bed and the floor. Tres sighed. Adrain, be a dear and clean the poor girl's face with a warm and wet towel, and then grab the bucket fill it with water from the well, and take the mop in the closet over there and clean that up please." Before she began healing, she then continued "And grab another bucket for her to spit in."

    Tres than began healing, hovering her hands above the wound on her hip. The sensation would be similar to tingling, but would grow painful as the skin regenerated. Tres would appear careful with gentle hands.

    Following Aria's comment, she heard the angel mumble that her ability was taken from her. Tres looked at Aria with a snarky smile, "Look if you're gonna tease the poor thing, at least roll around in her blood like you did when I first met you." she joked. She looked back at Aria however in different tone. Tres sighed "She does look familiar yes... The name as well." she did know her. She admired her even, but she wasn't sure if Esme wanted her identity to remain secret. So out of respect for her, Tres didn't mention her name.

    Tres would then move onto the internal bleeding to prevent it from getting worse. Then she moved onto her broken ribs, then her arm, then her leg. Tres took her time, hopefully making it easier. Tres felt sympathy for this girl. She must feel defenseless right now. The sympathy however didn't show on Tres' face. She just focused on each body part she was healing, not looking the angel in the eyes. Tres had calmed down significantly since they arrived as she had something to focus on.

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Adrain at this point simply did as the others asked, putting pressure on wounds, supporting her head with her arm, and lastly cleaning up the blood. He was gentle when he washed Esme's face, he could see the pain and agitation in the angel's eyes and didn't say anything in the process since he had to let the medically inclined women do as needed. He exhaled though as he spoke while cleaning Esme with care.

"I can produce an absolute reversal of one of the injuries...but I can only do this once. You two seem to know better of the importance so tell me which." he says ominously. Aria might have an idea as to what he's planning. Until noted, he would just do whatever was relevant to help.

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It would seem the ‘It’s me’ got a little laugh out of the angel. That was something at least. Aria took her time to observe Esme as she worked. Mainly watching the reactions the girl would have when the subject of whom she was, was brought about. Aria watched as a good fair bit of blood was spit out of the girls mouth……considering the internal bleeding leaking into the lungs was one of the things she had turned her attention to before the angel was brought to the clinic, she had to have been holding that amount in her mouth for a while. Or there was an injury in the mouth she had missed; perhaps the girl bit her cheek or tongue when she impacted. Aria’s brow raised as Esme answered a question she already suspected the answer to. It at least confirmed part of her suspicions. The probability that the girls situation was similar to Tres’s was very high. Her attention was pulled up to Tres as she joked that Aria should roll around in the blood like she had the day she met her.

Seeing how her hands were once again bloody from her cleaning work; Aria decided to respond to Tres’s jest by calmly reaching up and firmly grabbing the woman’s breast. When she released them Tres had two bloody handprints on her boobs. ”Not quite a Saden statue but that should suffice; does that satisfy your need for a similar recreation of that time?” Aria had done a good job of not getting blood on her clothing; she wasn’t about to roll around like she had as a gorge hound. Aria then turned her gaze back to Esme; ”To whom did you belong to?” She used the past tense mainly because she now assumed the girl was indeed fallen. Aria looked back up to Tres, whom had very vaguely answered her last question; regarding if she knew the girl. Why she did so, Aria could only assume she was trying to protect the angel’s identity. For reasons very much unknown to her. Adrain soon chimed in as well offering to reverse at least one of the injuries; causing Arias features to fall to a frown.

”The reason I ask is because if she belonged to that one certain person; if that person is anything like he is in my time…one can assume he’s still the heal beat repeat type. It might not be wise to fully heal her.” life threatening yes; but for the rest that would heal with time; Aria was a firm believer in allowing things to progress naturally. She could make a lunar paste that would help speed things along. But to much foreign magic in a person’s body was also not good.

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If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll  see  what  tomorrow brings

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Esme was rather numb physically, so as she was poked, prodded, whipped down, etc., she hardly noticed. Though she did pay more attention when the feminine one approached her face to clean the blood from around her mouth and neck. She stared up at his eyes, her own hard and angry though not directly at him. She was thankful he didn’t say anything to her; more sad words weren’t what she needed right now. 

For the most part she was focusing on Adrain to get through the pain now; his eyes were kinda cool, plus she was more seeing through him anyways. That was until she heard Aria and Tres talking again; about teasing her. She glanced over in time to watch the red head grab the other angels breasts, her hands covered in blood. This elicited a snort type laugh from the injured angel, which in turn resulted in a gasp of pure pain, her chest feeling tight for a moment as her body tensed up. When it had calmed down and she could breath properly again, she swore to herself never to laugh again- not until she was healed. She turned her eyes to Aria who was already looking at her, asking to whom she belonged. Her eyes hardened again, turning again from her. When she didn’t answer right away, Aria went on to explain, probably more for the others than her, why she asked. With a resigned sigh, Esme realized Aria had a very valid point.

…Has he ever truly changed? He’s always been a deranged fool, no matter the timeline. She groaned out, not at all happy about admitting it. She closed her eyes, her features hard. She just wanted this to be over with. Tres used to be known for her divine healing; clearly Helena had done something to change that, or Esme would be healed by now. She sighed to herself, opening her eyes again and glancing back to Adrain. What’s your name?

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[Trésor de Lys]

Tres was purely focused on Esme. Having healed her broken bones, the wound on her hip and the concussion. Esme would feel fatigued, though would slowly feel better. Tres would then begin to focus on the internal bleeding, taking much longer as the blood was dispersed. As she was healing, she paused a moment after feeling a sarcastic boob grab. She stopped using magic to look down at her breasts that were now covered in blood hand prints. Tres looked up at Aria, wide-eyed and looking like she wanted to punch something. Instead, she merely replied. "Not quite my taste, but I guess that'll do..." a bit of resentment in her voice.

Tres then continued to heal the angel, and within no time the girl should be able to breathe normally. Tres just listened to the conversation between Aria and Esme. She could see that her eyes were constantly focused on the old mage... 'Quite the popular old man, aren't ya?' she thought to herself. Tres also waited to see if Esme would answer Aria. Eventually she answered without really telling. Tres eventually finished up, and began cleaning up the spit up blood on her, and around the bed. "Please, don't rush to get up." she said with a flat tone.