James
*Through books and scrolls and scribes she learned that there were seven main types of angels, each with different characteristics. There were ranks and hierarchys as if they were their own society. They also had different names depending on which religion you were reading from. Some had many wings, some had two. Not only that, there were fallen angles, angels of death, an angel of music an angel for inspiration- the list went on and on.

As the hours ticked by, the sun sank down behind tbe clouds and night was beginning to fall again. At this time, she would thank him for a plesant evening. In exchange for knowledge they kept each other company and she gave him interesting conversation. He verified and answered all her questions and she learned quite a bit... Including... What heals an angel. Hypothetically anyway. Excusing herself politely as a lady does, she found her way outside and wandered rhe streets looking for the giant pointed gothic architecture of the cathedral in the city. It was a grand landmark, so she wouldn't have a hard time finding her way. 

Eventually she had reached the grand steps, and cautiously slipped inside. It was a place of prayer open to the public however, during these hours it was more so the nuns and acolytes. She was able to aquire a glass milk bottle as people often washed them and put them out for the milk man to collect in the morning. She had nicked one- just one, because she'd need it. She did find the holy water... And well, dipping the bottle into the basin was very difficult. By the end, she had a full glass bottle... But her hands were done for. When she scooped the water, there was no way to stop drops or drippings from getting on her.*

*It melted her skin right off and she couldn't heal as quick with holy water. She had stolen bandages from the church that they used for soldiers that passes through in need of aid before slipping out a side door. Now, she had what she needed. Trudging her way back to the inn, she hadn't slept in nights now and was sluggish and slow. She crept into the room, and closed the door behind her. With hallowed eyes hidden beneath the shadow of her bangs, she set the bottle down in the table and gestured for Roku to use it. She didn't use her words, just a gesture before leaving the room. 

She was in rough shape... No bath, no sleep, destroyed hands. She needed her coffin to help speed up the process... Which meant she had to find her way back to the carriage.*
Mary
*Had awoken at the dawn of the new night well a hour or two before the night when he did he moved his bangs out of his face and slowly stood up he was confused where was ai? He checked the bed under the blanket, then the bathroom once there he began to wash his face closed the door, he slowly got ready took a bathe refreshed, clean clothes, he went back out then he left the room asked the inn keep where his lovely wife may have went, he stopped by the man she talked to about the angels, then he left once the man told him she left but not where the man probably had a shattered mind couldn't remember much. As the hours passed on his worry only grew as he left rh tavern and paced around outside in the streets his eyes looking around for any little female that may have appeared lost, or in the skies for her bat form, then he went back inside as the night grew darker he made it back into his room, and waited for ai sitting down in the chair his foot tapping on the ground impatiently.*

*Once ai returned and he saw a bottle of holy water, in a milk jug? What? Then ai as he saw ai his whole face lit up then he ran to her and gently pulled her into a hug before she left the room he held her head gently against his chest as he looked down and gently moved the hair out ofnher face by the gods... She looked... Bad* `"My love what were you doing... Why didn't you get any sleep, or get a bathe... No matter I don't care tell me later."` *He wouldn't question her anymore he shall treat his wife like a princess, he gently lifted her up and marched his way to bathroom he would fill up the tub after cleaning it in and out fill it up with suds. Helping her undress he would be careful and saw the state of her arms and frowned as he helped her in the bathe, he gently picked up a sponge and began to wash her body massaging her muscles like a massage therapist while cleaning, gently washing her hair the way he saw her do it and using his fingers to give her head a gentle rub...*

*Once done he would lift her out and wrap her like a burrito in towels, drying her off keeping a small towel wrapped around her hair he helped her get dressed, not to soon later he lifted her up and headed over to the carriage, he remembered the coffin was there that's where she could get sleep so off he went to the carriage area with a smile as he looked down at her holding her close to his body.*
James
*She wanted to sleep in her coffin... If she could cry out of frustration she would but she was just too damn tired.* "Roku needed that.." *She tried to keep her hands above the water so the bandages wouldn't get wet.* "Roku took on more than she could handle, so I had to help her. That's holy water for her angel... And I am so tired my love.." *The bath was lovely.. And she appreciated it because she could not bathe herself until her hands were healed but why was he not getting ready for bed?* "I need to sleep in my coffin.." *She explained* "Just for a couple of nights. Will you be alright? Please be careful with that holy water... It stunts my healing process significantly. I imagine it will do the same to Roku but please make sure that angel drinks it." *She wasn't going to go back and get another one.

Once she was back in the carriage and lowered into her coffin, she sighed a deep sigh before looking up at Faedon.* "Will you lay with me? Just for a little bit?" *It would be like old times... She just wanted to feel safe and comfortable until she fell asleep which would be within seconds.*
Mary
*Nodded he would make sure Roku got the bandages but first he needed to make sure her body was relaxed and clean with this sponge, once it was done he nodded to her* `"I'll make sure my love don't worry she will get it I'll make sure the angel drinks it."` *Once in the carriage he closed the door with his foot as she asked if he could sleep with her in the coffin he nodded and without hesitation climbed into it beside her pulling her head into his chest more shut eye plus able to care for his wife and hold her a win win, he slowly closed the lid over them and held her for an hour kissing her head happily and her face gently before falling back to sleep himself with his head burried into her and her head buried into him he exhales happily*
Charlotte
*Would pick up the milk jug of holy water the angel was in no better condition even though all the time had passed she helped his head up and leaned it up gently putting the lip of the bottle on his mouth tilting it making sure he drank it and as much as possible as she did, the effects were near instantaneous, as the angels drained complexion and half dead look returned to normal so quick the more he drank the faster he healed the wings were healing at an supernatural rate within the night he would have his wings fully healed! His other bodily injuries would follow suit and his fever had broke finally. She set the jug down after he had drank half she wanted to save the other half in case something else came up. She gently pets his head as she looks for ai to thank her but her and faedon were gone she rested the angels head down gently and frowned sadly as she felt alone without them she clutched the blanket gently in her small hands afraid that she may have disappointed them so much they didn't want to be around her, she already lost ysildea but were they leaving her to she looks quietly at her lap with sadness washing over her.*
Francisco
So we could time skip or we can play around with Remix and Binx and Rua, I'm good either way