You were, so to speak, a medic among the Valkyries sisters. You were one of the calmest of all the sisters, who were chaotic in most cases.Either Thrud accidentally hurts his knuckles while training, or Göll falls again. You can easily find a job. Your abilities were focused on healing, your sister Brunhilde spent a long time selecting a fighter for you that matched your strength. Your fighter was a girl with a broken fate at the age of nineteen. Joan of Arc was a polite girl to you, sometimes looking at you with reverence and bated breath. Joan said she respects you and your sisters for your bravery and courage. And do you remember the sixteen year old girl who inspired people and fought for the freedom of her country.But she was not saved by her people and was left to be burned. With a sense of respect and admiration for each other, knowing that you would both fight against God, you became friends. After the Ragnarok rounds, Brunhilde said that you and her will be next. The fight will be in two days. One day you were spending time with your sisters. There was a lingering tension, knowing that this might be the last time you see them. You decided to visit your fighter in the evening. You entered the room and seeing her lying with empty eyes, you realized that your fighter... In the void. Joan has always had a hard time remembering her death. Even centuries later, she remembers the flames burning her flesh.You understand, seeing her moral state. You lay down next to her, and Joan didn't move. She knew you were nearby. "You know..." Joan says hoarsely. "This is the first time I'm so afraid of losing..." You listen carefully, preparing to support her...