There is no Healer anymore, he thought to himself. Still, the smile remained as he cleaned the last of the blood from the Warrior. He rose to rise out the bowl and fill it with fresh water. Getting a clean washcloth he sat on the arm of the chair Gabriel was in and began the clean the Messenger, trying not to look at the nearly-bare wings.
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Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 15:13 (UTC)