[Intersection]

"I see. If it was fresh damage I might be able to help you with that, but my healing powers are nowhere near potent enough to cure old wounds." Ithuriel tilts her head, a little thrown off by Michalson's rather rough manner of speaking. A combination of being raised by a noble family in life (or unlife) and servitude to a deity in death means she speaks quite eloquently and periodically uses big fancy words. "I- ah, yes, haha, I suppose Inside is quite the anthill, isn't it? Honestly most anthills probably look a lot neater than this place. And it certainly seems like Intersection needs more people to help out."