Ally's POV

　　"Thank you," he breathes out, sitting up, his wonder unmistakable.

　　I nod, unable to form words, my focus shifting to the next injured soul. They are not my people, yet they are. In this war, lines blur until friend and foe bear the same face- human, vulnerable, desperate for salvation. I can't turn my back on them, not when my very nature compels me to heal, to mend, to soothe.

　　"Ally." Elliot's voice is a low rumble, much like the growl of ...