The pale figure seized up, gasping for air. 

	Wide bloodshot eyes darted around as he tried forcing himself up, but was forced down with a grisly cough. His body seized as he was abruptly yanked back to life from a deep eternal sleep. He seemed to be intent on seeking after Rajaka, but upon seeing the Queen's living face, Mikhael was so washed up in relief that he immediately forgot about his vengeance. His chest crumbled as he felt his broken body forcibly being mended together by her pale magic, like a pieces of cloth seemed by an invisible needle and string. The sore scorched feeling, like he had just been cooked alive at the stake, was gradually cleaned away as a soothing wave spread all throughout him. But the missing weight from one side did not show any signs of being filled. It seemed whatever arcana took ate away his arm made it so it couldn't be returned so easily. 

But he didn't care about the cost. Somehow Maya was still alive. 

"How are you..." he breathed slowly, "I thought he was going to kill you...? Where did he...?" suddenly turning his head in shame, "My deepest apologies, dear Queen Maya... as your sworn servant, I couldn't protect you from that... monster... I cannot curse myself enough. I don't deserve the honor of your grace."