Toximus groaned as the healer looked at his wound, "It missed his lung and vital point, "But he will need stitching and plenty of rest. Which means he cannot fly for a week."
The healer patted her shoulder, "Do not worry young one...he will recover. Poisonian Angels are very resilient." he smiled, "I will have him healed soon."
He smiled again, "Also for their recklessly brave hearts too." he added.
He cut his shirt and had him bare chested as he cleaned the wound and prepared the stitching.
Ruriel went over to the healer, "I'm afraid we do not have much in the way of money sir-" The healer stopped him, "It is obvious that you were in a rush and this is an emergency. Do not worry about the cost."
Then out stepped a finely dressed man with dark red hair and what looked like what the ancient romans would have worn. His attire was vermillion and gold and it dragged behind him a bit.
"What a beautiful day." he smiled, "Do you not think so Massus." he asked the guard he let him out.
He smiled, but he kept his distance because of Nag, "Let me introduce myself, I am Prince Ravatus, older brother to King Raktim and at your service my lady." she bowed to her, "And what might your name be?"