Iln gently let out another soldier as the Medics pulled him out, cleaning and checking to make sure his wounds were fully closed.  She was saving this resistance, she knew.<br/>She then saw the look on Janus face and smiled.<br/><br/>"Any Physical wound, Janus.  The Mind and Soul?  Now that would take far longer than what I am doing now."  She gulped down the dying sargeant carefully, feeling his breathing relax moments later, his heart going slightly more normal.  She whewed, knowing scales would form on this one.  If nothing else, it'd make him more durable for the fighting to come.<br/><br/>"Your friend from before, Janus.   The one saved by my brother and your leader, Halvorson.  You wish me to repair the damage."  She smiled gently, nodding, "Worry not, young one.  I need more cultists over here!"  She finally called out to the Medics.<br/><br/>Iln rubbed her belly with her tail, murring, "Hehe..I'm such..a glutton. Oh well.  At least I'm doing a little extra help."