"Thank you," Healer Amelia showed him an exhausted smile. "I wish I didn't need to trouble your for such things."
Aether shook his head. "It's no trouble. The spirits will heal the ill and wounded, but I don't trust them to cleanse our people inflicted with wildmagic. I want you and your people to take care of that."
The hospital hall behind healer Amelia was lit up with otherworldly lights. The butterflied fluttered around, from one wounded person to the next, healing their wounds in the process.
"They will take some blood." Aether reminded her. "Do not try to stop them, it will never be lethal." He trusted them that much. They knew the rules, and they would follow them. The blonde woman nodded and pulled the piece of cloth over her face again.
"Once again, thank you for your aid. And…" She hesitated. "Please take care. You seem somewhat pale, and I'm growing worried."