"They can't be that bad," Lula says as Penelo gently dabs another cloud of purple bruising. "They were Saint Sisters… from the church. They even healed most of your wounds."
"OW!" Eris snaps. "They can absolutely be that bad. One of them punched me through a stand of trees. Have you ever been punched through a tree?"
"No… not yet." Penelo shrugs.
"Well, it hurts!" Eris winces.
"A lot!" Vexena adds, wincing through her own impromptu healing session nearby.
"You two should compare notes," Mika drawls from a nearby crate, wings drooping tiredly at her sides. "Start a club. Matching bruises and everything."
"Not helping, angel," Eris grumbles.
Penelo dabs carefully at the bruises mottling Eris's back as the general curses, bent over a barrel, muttering the same phrase under her breath on repeat.
"...I never want to see a Saint Sister again as long as I live," Eris mutters, for the twelfth time that hour.
"...Okay," Lula concedes. "Maybe they are that bad."
