Dove stands back, out of the way as the armor is removed and the cloth peeled away, studying him in silence and looking like she can't quite decide how she feels about this. Is he a victim, a pawn used by the enemy? A challenge, perhaps? Or is he something else altogether with no relation at all?
....he feels more confused than anything, but that undercurrent of dark power has her on edge. Still, there's no use in interrogating a wounded man.
When the last of the clothing is peeled from his torso, she steps forward, dismissing the other angels with a simple 'leave us' and a nod. "Find Marcus and have him bring Galen the Guide records from the past few days."
The worker angels seem perplexed, but bow their heads and go about as she says, leaving her with the stranger and the guard at the door.
With another quiet look of appraisal, Dove steps even closer, eyes glowing brighter as her Light seeks him out. She lifts her hands, but before touching him, she tells him: "I'm going to heal you, if that's alright. Prove me wrong, and you die."
Bold words, for a woman much smaller than him, clad in only a simple white gown.
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....he feels more confused than anything, but that undercurrent of dark power has her on edge. Still, there's no use in interrogating a wounded man.
When the last of the clothing is peeled from his torso, she steps forward, dismissing the other angels with a simple 'leave us' and a nod. "Find Marcus and have him bring Galen the Guide records from the past few days."
The worker angels seem perplexed, but bow their heads and go about as she says, leaving her with the stranger and the guard at the door.
With another quiet look of appraisal, Dove steps even closer, eyes glowing brighter as her Light seeks him out. She lifts her hands, but before touching him, she tells him: "I'm going to heal you, if that's alright. Prove me wrong, and you die."
Bold words, for a woman much smaller than him, clad in only a simple white gown.