2045. Memorial
"How is everyone doing here?" Gil found that Alma had managed to regain a lot of her energy. There were still a significant number of elven guards nearby, but they had been shouted at to give her space. Naturally, Allma had been a little annoyed that they were all over her before.
"You should stop glaring at them. They just wanted to make sure that you were fine and safe. You used a ton of energy to make sure that everyone had what they ended up with. You literally helped make a forest of a nearly extinct tree." Gil's words did not make Alma feel any better.
Knowing that she was a leader of the elves, she had believed that she should have remained functional. But she had passed out from over extending herself. She had used all of her mana to be able to handle the situation before leaving her people to fight by themselves.