The groans and cries of the injured echoed in Layla's ears. The war had taken so much from them and continued to do so. She sighed and knelt down next to an unconscious man. His white wings were splattered with blood and the feathers were limp, dull. She gently picked up a sponge and dunked it in the bucket of water next to her, softly washing the blood from the angels face. That task done she then set the sponge aside and picked up his hand, intent on healing his wounds. 

[b][i]"He isn't worth it. He's as good as dead with a stomach wound like that."[/i][/b] Piped up the voice of her "sister" from the back of her mind. Layla frowned at Lilith's words.

[u][i]"Of course he is worth it. They all are. I have the power to heal them, I'm not just going to stand on the sidelines."[/i][/u] She answered back silently.

Her ears pricked when she heard that all teams were to meet in the war room. She bit her lip, casting a worried look at the unconscious man. Finally Lilith groaned in exasperation and "grabbed" Layla, jerking her back into the void. The brown hair lightened until it was a dark purple and bright red bled over the blue until red eyes glowed. Lilith turned and marched from the tent, ignoring Layla's panicked words at leaving a patient; the demoness only rolling her eyes as she stalked towards the war tent, bat wings shifting slightly behind her.