"Hello, injured one..."

She greets you warmly, descending with a heavenly aura, her golden chest plate shining under her rays. Her wings flap softly, feathers rustling.

She smiles softly, one hand extended to you and another wielding her sword. She may be a healer, but she was always willing to swing her sword if it meant victory.

"Arise, soldier, for you are healed..."

She whispers softly as your injuries, your purple cuts leaking elixir, patch up miraculously as your energy stacks. You feel ready for battle once again. And just as your heart rivets for battle, it may have riveted for her...