A friend's presence

There was too much light coming from behind him. From where she lay, Beth couldn't see him properly. But the picture in her mind of the general was rather unremarkable- of a man who was nothing but a skirt chaser. And she doubted that in her moment of pain, she would see him otherwise even if he had stopped the attack on her with a single word. 

Beth turned her eyes back to the servants kneeling beside her, not bothering to get up from the floor. It was time to rest now, and in the meantime, to enjoy the benefits of being the victim, she thought, relaxing her limbs. Every part of her body hurt, and her head throbbed. She was sure that her face was unrecognizable right now. 

"What do you think you are doing in my building?!" The god shouted, making the group of servants shiver. 

The one who had attacked her first spoke up, still clutching her stomach pitifully. "General we-"