Ricard watched in amazement as the angel kneeled before her downed companion and casually raised him from the dead. He wasn't even aware that Jack had died in the first place, but there he was, standing around with a piece of his skull missing like he had just woken from a light nap. Truthfully, the bounty hunter expected a bit more ceremony from it all - priests loved to make a great deal out of resurrection, claiming that it was reserved only for those few faithful souls who still had some important divine purpose to fulfill, and that it took days of prayer and meticulous rituals to accomplish. Aris had Jack on his feet in seconds with scarcely more than a touch, and he definitely didn't look like he had some grand mission tethering him to the mortal plane. In fact, he had already left to wander off without so much as a "thank-you", muttering something about a steed despite the fact that nobody seemed to be following or speaking to him.<br/><br/>For a moment, Ricard considered asking the angel if she could heal wounds as easily as she could restore life, if not for his own sake then for that of his two comrades. Still, even though it looked like neither of them would be able to walk back to town on their own, he was more than a little apprehensive to make requests of someone that they had all attacked mere moments ago. It was only after Aris and her strange allies had finished speaking amongst themselves that he rose to his feet and attempted to get their attention.<br/><br/>"Ah... miss, if it ain't too much trouble, my two cohorts o'er there don't look like they can walk back to town, much less hunt fer bandits. Is there anythin' ye could do for 'em?"<br/><br/>"I can heal your friends." the slender, long-haired man replied. "However, it will be painful. Prepare yourselves."<br/><br/>Without any further explanation, he raised a flute to his lips, closed his eyes, and began to play. The music itself started out pleasantly enough - a slow, soothing tune of little complexity, but it was quickly forgotten within the sensation that followed. Ricard's face began to rapidly heat up around the area of his injury, and a quick glance at the other two bounty hunters revealed that they were experiencing the same feeling as well. Panic soon set in as the pain intensified further, reaching a state not unlike white hot steel, and it was all that Ricard could do to stifle his own screaming once the bones in his nose began to mend themselves.<br/><br/>It felt like hours had passed before the music stopped, although in reality Raijiin had only been playing for slightly over a minute. When he was done, Ricard was on his knees with both hands clutching his face.<br/><br/>"T-thank you," he stuttered, trying unsuccessfully to hide the fear in his voice. With some effort, he managed to stand up by himself and walk over to his two companions to help them onto their feet. Both were visibly shaken from the ordeal, but they also had the strength to move on their own, and Ricard didn't need to ask either about where they intended to go next. He gave them a sympathetic nod and turned his attention back towards the angel and her two friends who had yet to depart.<br/><br/>"We're going back t' town as well. Yer welcome to follow us, but the villagers might not like the company of a<span style="font-style: italic">fiendling</span>like her," he said, pointing at Valaria. "Can't say I'd blame them either. That kind's trouble, whether they mean t' be or not. I'm surprised she's travelin' with others at all, but... it ain't my place t' ask. I'll be at the inn if ye need me. Farewell, angel."<br/><br/>With a bow as polite as he could muster, Ricard picked up his things and began a brisk jog down the same path Jack was using. It wasn't exactly the right direction, but the least he could do for the poor man was set him straight and give him something to wear before he reached New Covington.