Jim looked argumentative but stopped himself and nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He looked her and shook his head. "I'm not mad that she did it. I'm mad that I couldn't tell she was suffering. I failed her." He ignored her hand and stood up on his own with a nod. "Of course I'll save her." The timelost Ras would take a few moments to appear and when he did his armor had bloody hand prints smeared on it.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Sorry, some of Ophidian's regulars appeared at his doorstep and he's on vacation so I healed them... after some subduing. How may I be of service?" </span>"I need you to heal my wife's soul." Ras looked at Order with a raised eyebrow then placed one hand on the soul, but let Jim continue to hold it.<span style="color: #bfbfbf"> "Of course, you must be Jim. One of my father's many victims. I couldn't save the Britomart in my time but this one is far less damaged. It's mostly superficial damage."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>