Acele approached him looking like she had just been in another brawl. Iver started to object to her healing him, knowing what overusing magic could do to people, but Acele was determined and healed his wounds completely this time around. He felt his bruises recede and his cuts knit themselves back to normal. He was thanking the tiny Healer when she started to walk away from him. Iver jumped to his feet and ran forward to catch her when a massive metal something beat him to it; he looked up to see it was one of the Heavies of 9th squad, named Viktor. 

The tribesman began carrying Acele toward the flagship, asking Iver if he would carry his weapon. With a nod, Iver picked the polearm up and followed him onto the flagship. The polearm was much heavier than he had expected. The strength needed to wield such a weapon must be great. Iver was glad he would have someone like Viktor to watch his back on the battlefield. Iver walked up to his new Sergeant as Viktor called out to get his attention.

“Sir, Acele collapsed after healing everyone in the squad without rest. Viktor here caught her as she went down and carried her here. I think she just needs to rest up, but I’m no Mage. What do you two think,” Iver directed the last question to the two Mages of 9th squad, Cynric and Tal Etai. Iver stood there waiting for an answer, holding the polearm in his hands, hoping the Healer was alright. 

He may not have known her very long, but he felt he owed her for healing in the midst of the brawl and getting punched in the stomach for doing so by the other squad. If he must, he would be her bodyguard on the battlefield. He also had a respect for Viktor now for carrying the tiny Healer aboard the flagship. He didn’t know the rest of the squad very well yet, but he trusted them to watch hi back on the battlefield, as he would do the same for them. Some might think he was too trusting, but what choice did he have but to trust those around him? If he didn’t, he would never survive whatever the future held for 9 squad.