Varia's eyes light up at the First Angel, his grace befalling everything he touched. She took the necklace with a smile that shone brightly. She bid him farewell and wore the necklace. But they would meet again. And not too long after.

The next they would meet would be under more dire circumstances...

Her father drags Lucifer back to safety, he calls out for a healer and as the healer came, they were shot down by the enemy. There were no more healers left. But Alexander, Lucifer's general, knew of one who could help. His own daughter had terrific holy gift. And so he took Lucifer in his arms and carried the wounded Angel back to his home. 

"Varia!" He calls out to her, she comes running in her white dress and gasps at the state of the First Angel. She kneels at his side as her father lays him on the ground. Her hands had to touch his body, covered with blood, for the fist time. She willed all her strength into her healing arts and slowly but surely Lucifer's wounds healed. And when she was done, her dress was completely soaked in his blood. As he rested, she looked at her bloodied hands. "What a terrible burden our warriors carry." She closed her eyes with sadness. Her necklace dangled from her neck, glinting in the light. She never left his side for one moment, as he cried out, she soothed his mind "Shhh it'll be alright now. You're safe with us." She reassured the warrior. Alexander watched from the side, seeing how his daughter cared for Lucifer.