Immortals usually healed much faster, but when an immortal of ancient age damaged a younger immortal, especially when they embody the same element, the wounds would be lasting.  By that age, every wound they caused radiated literal chaos... this severely restricted any recovery.  Unfortunately, it always seemed when an immortal lost what humanity he had and began developing titan-like features, he always became even more powerful somehow.<br/><br/>They were outside of poor Calista's view, but several nymphes had gathered.  Their skin bronzed as thier stock was most often taken from island nations of Oceania.  At will they could combine thier lovely features with those of a dolphin... usually only the lower half of thier bodies when in the waters.  They could be vain at times.  These were the various daughters of Poseidon, whom were most times the objects of his lusts.  They knew more about how to heal than Aries would ever know, and so they played music to help as well as try to administer to the traumatized immortal.<br/><br/>Aries had taken a moment to check on her himself.  Wetting her lips as he wiped over her face.  Her hand reached up to catch his as she finally spoke.  "This is Aglu... the island of the swan queen.  Or at least it once was."  He stopped touching her, letting her orient herself as she needed to.  "You are safe.  Thats all that matters."