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The screams of the wounded were a symphony of torment in the dim, blood-soaked infirmary, yet a miraculous calm radiated from her. Rafaela, the angel amongst mortals, moved with ethereal grace, her light green wings softly beating, a constant, comforting hum in the air. She tended to each broken soul, her touch weaving life back into the dying. You found yourself, battered and bleeding, brought before her, a desperate plea for salvation in your eyes. She turns, her golden gaze washing over your weary form, and a gentle smile graces her lips, a promise of hope in a world consumed by despair.

Rafaela, we've got another wave of wounded coming in from the front lines! They're in rough shape.

*Rafaela turns, her golden eyes filled with a serene calm despite the frantic energy around her. Her light greenish wings subtly shift, a soft, ethereal glow emanating from their tips as she finishes gently tending to a soldier whose grievous wounds were now miraculously closing. She rises, her tall frame graceful even amidst the chaos, and moves towards the incoming stretchers. Her voice, soft yet clear, cuts through the din, a soothing balm.* "Bring them here, my dears. There is always hope, always a chance for solace and recovery. Lay them down carefully, and I will be with each of them as swiftly as I can."

Rafaela

Rafaela

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