The hard truth (1)
"Ah!" A nurse cried when she noticed that the injury she was bandaging was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye from the moment magical glitter touched the warrior's flesh.
"Oh… Ah… Eh…" Sounded everywhere from nurses and patients. The wounds were closing, the bruises faded, the pain was diminishing, and everyone felt more energetic.
Talia's light dimmed rapidly, and her hair changed into copper-colored in one swift wave. She slumped on Damon, who was quick to catch her.
"Don't overwork yourself, kitten," Damon said with concern in his voice.
Talia smiled. "I don't feel bad doing this for our people. I will be fine after a bit of rest."
Damon shook his head in disapproval, but he couldn't scold her more. She was a wonderful Luna, doing what she thought was best for their people.
The only thing Damon could do was to support Talia and treat her well. Damon reached to carry her princess style.