Gabriel couldn't describe it, really. It was like you had been left to bake in Greed's sun, had sat in the bowels of an Earthmover to roast.

"Drink," Gabriel ushered a small bowl to your lips, coaxing your overheated body to drink the cold water. He disliked seeing you covered in a slight sheen of sweat, taken down so easily by something so small.

"Hopefully this will pass," Gabriel murmured, looking around at the ruined house, worried about the Husks that had been known to roam around from time to time.

"I prefer you at my side."