Anuriel lead the way to the kitchen and began preparing a hot meaty broth. As she was preparing the broth the dragonlets crowded around her feet resting their chins on the tops of her feet, much in the same way a dog would on someone's lap when they know delicious food is around. Anuriel tried to stiffle a giggle and failed. "Would you like to feed them? " Anuriel said holding the bowl towards Sephiroth. 

"Legacy? You mean the General had ancestors just like him?" A slightly startled Damien asked. 

"The medicine worked brilliantly. You are a marvel. I know of no Angel healer with the ability to do that. Thank you very much. However I have decided that in order to prevent a further occurance I will forgo flying. " Azurael said. 

Sasha found herself near the medic tent. She hardly recalled how she got there. Her use of blood magic had affected her more profoundly than it had Sephiroth. "Order?" Sasha said.