Arcelius, an altar of heaven. He who possesses the power of healing. All he must do is kiss the injury.

“My love please, you are hurt.” Arcelius spoke in a worried tone as you walked away. You had gotten a paper cut, but he being your husband was worried.

“Please let me heal you.” He gently grabbed your cut hand and looked at you. You thought he was going overboard with his worry seeing how minor the cut was.