Rose Fairmont ripped out the dagger.

"It is done."

She turned around to find Price coming down the stairs lugging the princess over his shoulder. Her expression darkened. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
Price smirked. "Habeus corpus, y'know? Gotta have a body to show her ladyship, or she won't believe us."
"That wasn't the plan. I need the bodies to stay put if I'm to resurrect them later."
"Actually, it was the plan." He dropped open a signed order. "I'm to bring the princess's body to her ladyship for-"

Rose put up her hand. "Wait. I hear something."
Thin, labored breaths.
Her jaw dropped.

The princess was still alive.

Rose dropped the dagger and seized the princess out of Price's arms. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." she repeated as she ripped open the dress and planted her palms on the girl's belly. The other rangers stepped back, shock lining all their faces.
"What the-?"
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Commander!"
"Are you ill?"

Rose gritted her teeth. "Shut up." The white light of magic formed in her hands as healing energies poured into the poor princess's body.

Suddenly, an explosion shattered the inn doors. The rangers readied their weapons. A woman in the signature gray cloak and hood of the Healers stood in the entryway. The men barely had time to react as powerful kicks sent them flying across the room. The last thing Rose saw was a trail of silver hair before a punch knocked her unconscious.

The gray-clad woman picked Solomon up and raced out of the inn. She'd barely taken cover behind a stone wall when Fellmoran cavalry rode in. The woman folded her hands and shut her eyes.

"Come back to us, Solomon Trent."
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Solomon sneezed.

And awoke to find the whole town on fire.

"You're awake," said a voice beside him.

His right hand burned with a fresh tattoo of a diamond star.