Learning to heal might be a good idea next time

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After the siege was broken and the battle high of delightful endorphins and adrenaline begins to wear off, Adrain's condition would begin to degrade substantially. Cracks all along the length of his body held partially together by scale bleed. The exertion of the spell that had effectively destroyed the red fog had strained his muscles past their limit, and every nerve in the mage's body was lit with pain. Using a recall spell on a bag he had gotten earlier to send it back to his personal quarters had also taken a substantial toll. At this point, Adrain decided that he wouldn't do well with a long range teleportation back to the Arch of Ages, and getting there on foot wasn't going to happen either at this point.

Inwardly, Adrain cursed the fact that he used the spell he did, even if it was ultimately effective in the original goal. The mage made his way through the town. People were busy everywhere working to recover from the attack, trying to restore damage to the wall, removing corpses of the undead from the city proper, and attempting to rend aid to others. Adrain would shamble about aimlessly, trying to maintain a stronger stance until he got to a clinic of some sort: the emergency care from priests and clerics should be reserved for the rank and file soldiers who don't have as many options.

At last, he would happen upon an Infirmary in the residential district. His vision hazed as he read the sign. Nevertheless, he would walk up to the door and assuming it was open, enters. Failing that, he would knock on the door of the Infirmary.

"Hello? Any medically trained types here? I need assistance with my bleeding problem." he says with a dejected chuckle as a few of the scales that had manifest begin to disappear into ethereal mist and one cut opens a bit more with a fresh squirt of blood. He would figure out an arcane based way to heal, or at least take some potions next time.

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    Tres had been at the front desk arranging some papers that she had collected with potions she could learn to make, as well as different recipes for healing ailments that could be a useful resource to her in the infirmary when she would be too tired to heal. She sported some comfortable pants, and a white shirt along with a long white coat (similar to a doctor's but not quite). 

    Having been so close to the door, she heard a knock, then a man's voice to follow. She quickly set aside her papers, then ran over to the door as fast as she could. With fumbling fingers she slowly unlocked the door. Seeing the man before her, he was bloody stained and looked very pale. She shouldn't have expected a pretty sight, seeing as the field of work she found herself in was suitable for sore sights.

    "Hi, I am the medically trained type you asked for." Tres said trying to ease any tension he may have felt. But she realized that his humor was in tact at least, seeing as he was laughing when she opened the door. Tres stepped outside of the infirmary, throwing his arm over her shoulder so that he could stand upright if he so pleased. But this was mostly a form of support to help get the man inside. She would slowly walk him into the building, walking past the front desk and some chairs, and lead him through a curtain into a larger room in the back.

    She would help him make their way over to one of the pre-made beds, and ease him onto one of them. As she helped him maneuver through the building, she examined what she could detect was wrong with him externally. From what she could tell from her angle, she could see that there was a lot of external bleeding, and from the way he walked, there was a lot of muscle tension.

    She would look at the man when he would settle into the bed, and quickly introduce herself "I am Trésor, but you may call me Tres, doc, or even the medically trained type works too." she smiled to ease her stressed mind. "Tell me what happened, where it hurts, how bad is the pain, and I can work from there."

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"Ah...a lovely blossom of a doctor, I apologize for what is probably going to be unpleasant to see soon.." Adrain murmurs in response to Tres' initial greeting. As Tres came over to help support him, he accepted the gesture but tried to use the strength he had left not to rely on it too much. The next steps would just be as Tres guided him to one of the beds as he sat on the edge, gradually allowing himself to lay upon it.

"The short version, I cast a spell powerful enough to cause mana to rip through my body and skin and exert every bit of my being and mind, the worst of it is probably on my back where two streams of mana erupted from my shoulder blades. Where it hurts, everywhere, how much it hurts...as much as I can say it hurts without being less manly." he says, stifling a laugh between the aching and the fact that his blood would begin to leak through his robes and onto the bed. He glares at it, mentally taking a note to reimburse the doctor for the sheets he was probably going to ruin.

"The long version, well...a pissed off goddess decided to bring ten thousand of her rotten friends to the city in a red haze to feast upon the brains and souls of everyone here. After repelling the attack on the Northen gate, I hopped, skipped, and bounced my way to the gate the Goddess herself was attacking and decided it would be a splendid idea to use too much magic to send her friends away, but alas the spell fried my ass.." he states, mostly rambling to distract himself from his nerves ablaze.

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    Tres blushed at the man's observation of her appearance. She had never really been one who accepts compliments well. She usually didn't receive them as a servant to the Gods. She supposed she would have to get used to it. But in response to his mention of an... unpleasant situation Tres replied "believe me, I've seen some bad things in my lifetime... Don't worry about it."

    Tres listened attentively. She knew well how so much use of manna can drain the body of everything. As well as how damaging the strenuous use of manna can be on the body. Overall it takes a toll, and that's exactly what she was seeing here. "font color="1ce1e6"]Ah yes,[/font]" she said recalling past events. "I could see the could even in the deepest depths of the forest. I can only imagine how deeply rooted the damage is on your body if you were one of the ones involved in that entire mess."

    Tres almost chuckled at the man's anger, not because she found his being angry cute, but because she knew exactly who caused this reign of terror. It was all so familiar to her. She tried to mask her quiet chuckles by clearing her throat. "So if the damage was mostly taken on your back, I will need to see it for myself. " she paused for a moment, thinking her way through the potential healing process. I'm going to need you to remove your shirt, so I can inspect the damage properly. Do you have the strength to remove it yourself? Or do you need help? Tres was now getting into her medical mode. Her voice was stern, but nurturing.

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"Mmmn..." Adrain murmured in agreement about the damage to his body. He could choose to brag about the effort it took to break Helena's spell, but he was already a bit loopy from blood loss and didn't want to seem too needing for admiration from a stranger who was quite likely to start poking and prodding him with medical instruments. People tend to frown upon too much attention seeking.

"I can take it off myself...not quite that invalid yet." Adrain says, tuning in once more to when Tres instructed him to remove his shirt so she could see his wound. He sits up, the sheets already having some blood spots on it having leaked through his cloak and garments, and rips off the mage's cowl, letting it fall to side opposite from where Tres was, and then raises his arms, with a few pained grunts from open wounds moving and spreading open, pulling off his black tunic exposing his torso.

His torso would have some muscle tone, but at the front there were numerous lines of cracked skin and blood originating from the sternum, a faint purple glow visible through the skin in the center of the sternum. A few random skin breaks and bleeding spots along his sides and lower back, with his shoulders looking like they were almost blown open from a mana current. The blast there was strong enough such that there was still a detectable mana trace around them. On a few of the wounds, black and yellow scale seems to attempt to keep some of the cuts bound together, but they were dissolving periodically as well.

"I'll have to buy some healing tonics from you next time I plan to do something debatable insane." Adrain sighs out, trying to retain some sense of humor partially from blood loss and exhaustion. "So what made you get into the business of patching up the broken bodies of the unfortunate anyway?"

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    Happy to hear that her new patient was still able to stretch his body enough to take off his shirt. Overall this was a good sign. But with the amount of external bleeding she could see, she would have to get to work on him sooner rather than later.

    As he grunted, she moved her hands closer to him, acting as a support if she saw him falter in any way. "Tak your time, don't strain yourself."

    After he would remove his shirt, she would grab it from over his head as he went to throw it at her, making sure to get it out of the way as quickly as possible. She tossed it onto the table next to his bed. As she did so, she noticed the different wounds that have pulled and teared open from his stretching, and the explosive-looking manna-caused wound that he had between his shoulder blades. She could see how much damage his body took, only to be surprised with the purple glow that came from under his septum.

    She ran over to one of her cupboards to retrieve a paste that would contain the external manna as she worked on healing the physical wound. She also grabbed her sewing kit to patch up the smaller external wounds when she finished healing. She briskly walked back to the bed and prepped the needle in front of Adrain. She laughed while listening to his precautionary tales and thoughts on her occupation. She supposed it was a messy job, but someone had to do it. Anyways she was created to do it, so what better form of work than the one she found herself in now. "Once I start selling them, I will absolutely oblige." she shrugged her shoulders in response. "I suppose it is because I love the thrill of it. The need to be on your toes and agile, all while getting messy. But in the end it all leads to a healed body."

    As she spoke she would be applying the paste around the wound between his shoulder-blades. She went to go prepare herself over the wound, she salvaged all of her healing manna and then began the healing process of his back. The pain would be centered in that one location, and he would feel the physical body mending back together.

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Funny enough that Tres says to take his time and then as soon as she can she snatches the shirt and tosses it aside. Adrain laughed slightly as the damaged garment makes it's way to the table.

"Couldn't wait to see underneath hm?" he states with a small chuckle. The next few moments were of little excitement that the mage could provide. Rather, it hurt to move more now that the wounds weren't as easily out of mind with them in the open air. His eyes turn to the needle for a moment, but he was never the squeamish sort to hide under the table from a needle.

"Ah...that sounds quite lovely, getting messy with you on your toes for the love healing? A thrilling way to go about alternative medicine, with such a lovely angel" he says, not knowing about any angelic lineage that she may have had at one point. Then a moment of quiet on his end as he closes his eyes after a small laugh. When the blood loss is evident, at least some of it seems to coalesce elsewhere. Or perhaps it was just the filter completely collapsing from his normal restraint and grace.

As the spell begins to take place and the flesh begins to mend, Adrain twitches and contorts involuntarily. He wasn't used to healing magic, and definitely not needing it to this extent. A purple flash would spark at Tres, enveloping her eyes and mind...

She would witness things from Adrain's perspective. The undead attacking the North Gate begin to shift as a strong presence is detected to the west. Quick running along the top of the walls and leaping from perch to perch en route whilst casting fire spells on the undead that are shifting away to the west.

Eventually the perspective pauses as the eyes rise to view Helena in the air being engaged by another angel before the angel's wings are shredded by the cruel goddess. It is at this point a thought crosses the mind, audible to the healer.

'...She's arrogant, she doesn't see anything as a threat here. That can be her undoing...I could attempt to blast her with a barrage of spells but that would be questionable effect...however, that fog...that must be causing the undead to rise. If I destroy the fog.."

At this point the mage leaps into the fray to get on the ground level, blowing a few undead away with a firey explosion. A thought again crosses the mage's mind.

'This is a spell that would require a hundred mages casting for a long period of time to try to stop that fog due to the fact it has divine energy and a tremendous range of effect...I don't have that luxury...but if I tap into that power...just maybe...

A purple haze surrounds the vision as a disorienting effect of hastening would fill Tres' mind. A surge of powerful magic enters the mage as a complicated ritual spell is cast over the next ten minutes. The sensation of body and flesh tearing as incalculable pain transmits comes forth. Feelings of blood seeping through would be evident. The primary right hand would sear and struggle to hold together but something kept it bound and intact despite flesh trying to break.

'Endure...too many will die if she has her way...' the thought would ring out towards the end of the spell. A surge of mana from an external source would enter the mage's body as it brings the entire spell to a critical mass, forcing the spell to begin to go off. It is at this point energy spouts blow out from his shoulders almost looking like wings or trendrils, thus the wound Tres was working on before this backlash of magic would go into her mind.

The right hand of the mage was to the sky as the sensation of floating occurs for a moment before a powerful beam of white light launches into the red fog. At the energy clashed with the construct of fog, a link to Helena could be detected for a moment.

'...Could this possibly work? If I divert some of that energy into the link, I may be able to burn her ability to use magic through a counterspell...at least assuming it works on a divine...'

A flash of light occurs, a female howl of anger is heard or a moment as there is a notable time skip. The mage's eyes slowly walk towards where a swordsman was hunched over dealing with a poison that was trying to eat at his flesh while a pair of wings were on the ground, Helena's. The mage would kneel down and pick up one, putting it into a sack.

'Maybe there is something to be learned from this...in case she tries this again... the thought would ring as the mana surge would wear off and Tres' mind would fixate back into the current time.

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    Tres felt a small giggle burble underneath her concentration. Although she tried to conceal it, she laughed anyhow. "Alternative medicine from an angel. Now that's a first." she realized that this foolish gibberish was a result of delusion, a side effect of blood-loss. Tres wondered if his flirtatious banter would only get worse the more blood he would lose.

    Tres set aside the thought so she could concentrate. As she healed Adrain, she witnessed the man convulse in a seizure-like manner. This reaction was not uncommon for first-timers, or for those whose body is not well-adjusted to the healing magic of another. Tres held her own and watched as his body contorted, reacting in a way she had never experienced.
    
    Suddenly, a purple flash covered Tres' subconscious. What she experienced next felt like a haze, as if she were walking through a fog.

    She witnessed from a first-person perspective the attacks that took place during the fall of the un-dead. She saw what appeared to be the North gate, and saw a man's arm's fighting off the un-dead, attacking them with a fire manna. The man ran from the North gate to the West gate, Tres felt a strong presence in that direction.

    When he arrived at the West gate, Tres saw her Goddess, Helena. Tres could feel tears running down the face of her physical body, but could not wipe them because she was in the body of the man... Tres then realized that the man was Adrain.

    Looking at her goddess, she could hear Adrain's thoughts and see from Adrain's perspective. She saw how fearsome Helena was from the perspective of her enemies, and watched as she ripped the wings from the back of another angel. Tres felt a siring pain in her back where she was scarred from before.

    Tres briefly hears Adrain's thoughts '...She's arrogant, she doesn't see anything as a threat here. That can be her undoing...I could attempt to blast her with a barrage of spells but that would be questionable effect...however, that fog...that must be causing the undead to rise. If I destroy the fog..' Tres watched as he attacked a few un-dead and continued his thought from the ground 'This is a spell that would require a hundred mages casting for a long period of time to try to stop that fog due to the fact it has divine energy and a tremendous range of effect...I don't have that luxury...but if I tap into that power...just maybe...'

    Tres felt her body begin to convulse, and felt the surging power of Adrain's manna rush through her. She could feel the toll it took on his body in the moment. She watched as he manna expelled from his back formed a wing-like appearance, it was almost hauntingly beautiful in the most painful way.

    As Adrain reached for the sky, Tres could see the manna flow from his hands in a grand beam of white light up into the red foggy abyss.

    Feeling the link to Helena again, Tres wanted to gasp for air, and fill her lungs with what was missing from her. She felt the overwhelming sensation of missing that connection, and almost longing for that link to her Goddess.

    But her longing was interrupted as she witnessed a time lapse. Hearing the deafening screech of Helena, she saw a pair of wings. The wings that belonged to Helena. Tres witnessed as Adrain picked up one of the wings, and placed it into a sack that he had with him.

    As his final thought rang in Tres' head, she returned back to normal time, and saw that a majority of the healing had been finished. She concentrated for the few final minutes until the large wound on his back was repaired. Tres felt the surge of her healing manna stop as she observed her final product. She still had much to do, but she needed a moment.

    Tres could finally feel the tears running down her face. Her breathing was shallow and broken up, as if she were gasping for air. She quickly turned away from Adrain, and walked over to the other side of the room, clasping onto her pendant that masked her wings with one hand as the other wiped away tears.

    Her voice was shaken, and spattered between quick breaths "What... Did I-... Was tha-at?"

    Tres slowly turned to the man. Her cheeks were redder than the blood he shed and glistened with tears. Her skin was paler than the walls of the room. She looked weak, as if she had just seen the face of death itself.

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Adrain was briefly stunned as his mana flared out and enveloped Tres. When he felt her stop doing the treatment, he turned around, concerned. She was in a trance and he wasn't certain if it was wise at the time to try to forcibly remove her from it. The amount of mana that was around Tres would slowly fade and weaken so the mage decied to let it run its' course. He was able to at least analyze the energy and get an idea of what was going on: a flashback of what appeared to be what had just happened at the battle. When Tres finally snapped out of it, Adrain was watching her carefully, a feeling of guilt laid over his eyes.

"I'm sorry Tresor." he says, hanging his head slightly. "My mana and circuit was unstable at first after casting that spell. It's why I hadn't sought out help as quickly because I was afraid that something like this might happen. You seemed to temporarily relived some recent memories of mine which based on your horrified expression was the siege at the walls." he says, a little more lucid than his earlier attempts due to the fact Tres had treated the worst of his injuries.

"I should go, I don't want to trouble you again if there is another flare like that." Adrain says as he started to try to get up, but he felt dizzy from the low blood and fell back down where he was, which mildly tore open the shoulder injury again as he grunted slightly in pain.

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    Tres was still feeling dizzy and foggy. She was able to stand, but found it difficult to move around. Her emotions had completely enveloped her, she was blinded by her sadness, her rage, and her fear. All she could do was stare at Adrain. Her stare was unbroken as she stumbled back over to the bed.

    Clutching her pendent as a coping mechanism, she sat herself down on the bed across from Adrain, never breaking her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with tears, and if Adrain could peer into her soul, he would see how broken she was and how broken she felt in that moment.
 
    "A-a-Adrain. What I just saw... Was this from the treachery of the undead... at the gate?" Tres was stumbling over her words, finding it hard to formulate a thought other than 'what the hell did I just see?'. She set her hand on his knee, as lightly as she could, and intensified her gaze.

    "Was that Helena that you saw? That you warded off?" she could now piece together her words, and tried to be as careful as she could, so that she didn't stumble over herself.

    When she saw Adrain try to leave, she almost leaped out of her seat. She ran over to the cabinet and retrieved a cloth fabric. She then returned to Adrain, placing the cloth over his shoulder, pressing firmly, but not so much that it would hurt him in any way. "Please stay." If Adrain looked at her, he would see how sincere her eyes were. Tres felt as though she had to tell him about her past.

    Opening her mouth to tell him, she paused. Then resumed what she was doing, setting aside her train of thought.

    "Adrain. I saw you take one of her wings." Her tone was nothing but serious. She needed to know if he still had it, and why he took it.

    She continued to press down on his shoulder to prevent further bleeding. "Hold this." she said indicating the cloth on his shoulder. If he did as she said, she would move over to the well in the back of the room, and would fetch him a bucket of water, so that he may have a drink, and may wash up some of the crusting blood.

    Tres set the pail on the bedside table, and grabbed a fresh cloth and a mug. She first filled the mug with the clear, cold water, then set it in front of Adrain. She then grabbed the cloth Adrain was holding, tossed it aside, and replaced it with the now-wet cloth she retrieved.

    "Adrain... I need to know if you still have her wing." Tres knelt in front of him, as if she were speaking to a young person. "If you do, I will explain to you why I need to know." she paused briefly, breathing in a hard breath of air. "Please..."

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When Tres finally got lucid again, Adrain turned to her. Her words were soft, muddled. Looking into her eyes, he could see that there wasn't something completely right. He didn't think it was merely the fact of seeing undead set on fire or Adrain's self-mutilation from using too much magic that got to her, it had to be something more. Perhaps that's why he ended up here, guided by the unseen hand of fate as corny as that may sound. After a breath, he closed his eyes.

"Yes, that was from the battle on the perimeter of the wall." Adrain says, opening his eyes when he felt her soft, trembling hand on his knee. "I believe that was Helena yes, I can't say I have seen her in the past to make a definite comparison, but I'm pretty sure it was her. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I could strike her circuit via a counter-spell method since she's a Goddess but well, had to try. If I failed there, this city would have perished...thus why I allowed myself to go that far with the Caster's Sorrow counterspell." he says.

When he staggered and Tres rapidly acted to make certain he stayed put and felt the pressure on his back, he paused for a moment, taking in a sharp breath from the pain surge. After a moment, it calmed. When Tres told him to hold the cloth, he complied. There was no reason not to and she was distraught as it was. The fact that she fixated on the wing was curious.

Once Tres returned from getting the water and got situated to the point that she asked about the wing, Adrain took a drink of the water, paused, then exhaled before answering.

"Yes, I sent it back to my laboratory via a recall spell for safekeeping. I took it because I wanted to study it and learn more about how divine entities operate, and more specifically how to counter them in case Helena returns for a second round. I don't think she'll give me the luxury of time to cast another spell like that again so I have to prepare another way to defend the innocent against her...perhaps if I figure out her mana methods or something I can develop a stronger counter." he says, then looking as she knelt down.

"You have a keen interest in the wing, calm yourself and tell me why. Maybe you need the water yourself yeah?" he says, showing concern for the woman's well being.

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    Tres began pacing again. Slowly catching her breath. She looked at Adrain, realizing that the man had probably never seen her in his life. Perhaps she's the only one who truly knew her identity. But from what she saw, she was certain that that was indeed her Goddess Helena. Abruptly she inserted "Yes that was indeed Helena." in his explanation of who that may have been and the sacrifice he made to stop them. Tres said it at so low of a tone, that she hoped Adrain had missed what she said.

    She continuously paced across the room, back and forth, as if she were a ping pong ball in the middle of a tournament.

    When Adrain said that he did indeed have it, but it was back at his laboratory, Tres stopped in her tracks, and faced him, wide-eyed. She suddenly realized that she had promised to tell him of her dark past, and of her link to Helena. She felt her heart race, and finally sat down. "Adrain, I need you to understand the power you now have in your clutches."

    Tres set her hands on her knees. "What I am about to tell you, effects me deeply." she ran her hand through her hair, mentally preparing herself for her back story.

    "I was forged and created by Helena herself, to act as her right arm. I was created to defend her in battle, to protect her, and to heal her. But because of my healing nature, I did not have the instinct to kill as she does." Tres paused for a moment. "She then discarded me, leaving me to die in the same way you found her wing." Tres turned around, letting her dress fall to her waist, exposing her back. In the middle of her back, there was a large scar the traced her spine. It was still fresh, having only healed for a year now. She then lifted her dress back to where it was, then turned back to Adrain. "I had a third wing that she ripped from my back. I was found in the moon temple, left bleeding to death."

    Tres gripped her pendant, and using the magic found within it, she exposed her wings to Adrain. He was one of the few who had seen them. The feathers were white, almost glowing, but the ones along the ridges were molting, and had browned from outside exposure. Her wings were large, and created a boarder around Tres. She looked whole when her wings were exposed.

    "I take interest in the wing, because I am a fallen angel of Helena, and I know what power you hold, because you posses one of her wings." she spoke. 

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"Okay? Tresor try to calm down, you seem utterly horrified. I know you saw my recent memories, but just take a deep breath, the worst of it is over." Adrain says, reaching to take her hand for a moment and tapping it a couple times to hopefully pull her back to more the reality than whatever horror she seemed to be experiencing right now.

As Tres went to explain the fact that she was once an angel of Helena, and her fall from grace due to her unwillingness to kill, Adrain couldn't help but to feel a tremendous respect and admiration for her to stand up for her beliefs against a being that literally created them. He couldn't help but cringe slightly at seeing the scar and imagining the pain she must have felt at the time. He was admittedly slightly confused at the comment of third wing when Adrain saw none, but before he could say anything, Tres exposed the wings as they expanded and almost filled the room with light anew. Tresor went to a whole new level of radiance, seemingly an otherworldly beauty.

"You look magnificent, even with the scar." Adrain says at first, then thinking a bit more seriously. "I'm sorry you had to endure so much pain when that happened, but I have deep respect for you to stand up to Helena like you did." he says for a moment going into a deep thought. He stands up and walks over to Tresor, reaching his hands out and briefly tapping her back where the scar is on the upper and lower side. If Tres were to turn around, she would note that he was taking measurements of sorts, moving his hands back and forth.

"...So I had an idea...while I still want to study the wing and learn as much as I can from it, I will try to do so as quickly as possible. I wonder if it would work to replace the wing she ripped off with the one that was ripped off from her? That'd be a hell of an irony if it could work, justice in a way." he says, coming up with a somewhat bold idea.

"Granted, the blood coming from the wing is acidic in nature so it may need to be drained or magically altered or something, but maybe you know more about that than I might or it would change if it was placed onto you." Adrain says, now in a mindset of analytic and theories.

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    The feeling of Adrain's hand cupping her own, comforted Tres. She felt her heart rate slow back now to a normal pace, and her breathing went back to normal. "I know... sighI know. It's just hard to wrap my head around. It's been so long since I last thought about it."

    Tres registered his look of confusion as she elaborated on her divine origin. But his face changed in a positive light when he saw her wings. She grew a bit shy when he sat next to her and traced her scar after she revealed her radiant wings. She blushed a bit when he complimented her, looking at him with compassionate eyes. She really appreciated the comfort. "Thank you... I appreciate the sentiment. But to be perfectly honest with you, it wasn't a choice to stand up against her. It was my nature... I was created to heal, not to fight. Therefore my fate was sealed." Tres suddenly felt a mixture of sadness and heartbreak, she hadn't realized until that moment that this had been her fate all along. No wonder fate sought her out as soon as she was cast away.

    Suddenly, Tres felt her interest peak as Adrain explained his idea. "Replacing it with Helena's wing? " Tres thought for a moment. "If you could do that... It may or may not work. It would have to be drained, and some work would have to be done, but it could be possible." Tres was astonished at his idea... This form of vengeance was both fitting and ironic. She began to smile, only the corners of her lips curled up.

    "Would I be able to join you in your research? I would love to see what you can discover while studying the wing. I could even be of assistance to your study." she asked. "I've always been fascinated with the sciences, I'm curious to see how they can be applied to the divine." Tres knew how manna worked, and what roles it played for the divine, however she never thought to apply the sciences and research to the divine. Seeing how the two meet would be nothing short of interesting for Tres. 

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"It's still admirable, it shows strength that few could begin to comprehend. It is far more admirable to be able to heal than destroy anyway, silly people like me need talented people like you after all" Adrain says with a small laugh and smile in response to Tres' remark about fate. Plus the mage hoped the last line would lighten her mood just a little. He noted her eyes and shyness and he could see this was a possibly rare show of vulnerability from someone who has endured a lot. It seemed to be something of a large degree of trust to even show him the wings or tell him the story.

"Yes, I would likely have to change the mana circuits to be able to line up with your own, then the anatomical demands of having the nerves accept the wing, though if she did create you then I imagine that there is enough overlap in the base that it should work. I can store the acidic material for some kind of use, you never know when angry goddess acid blood could come in handy." the mage says with a small laugh. When Tres asked to help and participate with the research, Adrain was a little surprised. That idea was a brilliant notion, she might be able to provide unique insight due to her connection with Helena in the past.

"I would be happy to have you assist and observe if you wish to. I'm sure you have some insights that would speed up the process and you are pleasant company to have in any case." he says with a charming smile before thinking for a second to add on to the previous thought.

"The first idea I had in mind was to look into the material of the wing, to see if the durability of her wing can be isolated and written as a spell and possibly to understand a formula for making defensive potions or reinforcing equipment with a special mana signature. Then there are the feathers which seem to have a flexible metallic trait to them..." he says, rattling off a couple of tangents about the wing that he could think of off the top of his head.