Nurse

The tent had been raised hastily, but it was serving its purpose well enough. Even just approaching, Samantha could hear the groans of easily over two dozen men coming from within, each in pain and calling for help. The battlefield was brutal, even in smaller conflicts such as this one. Men on both sides were brutally injured if they were lucky - they would have to have the hand of god on their side to leave the field untouched. Assuming they actually participated, of course. It was no secret that some of the soldiers were too scared to actually fight. The more times they escaped the field uninjured, the easier it was to tell if they were that kind of man.

Samantha slipped into the tent and her eyes were immediately zipping back and forth, taking in information about her patients. She saw broken and missing limbs, excessive amounts of blood, and people who were newly missing one of their five senses. She had a lot of work ahead of her. Carefully, she pulled her necklace out from under her robe, a small bottle of glowing blue mist tied to its end. She muttered a prayer under her breath and carefully removed its lid.

Dozens of ethereal blue hands soared out of the bottle, swirling around the room, bringing with them a cool breeze that permeated the air. The groans of the men fell quiet as the hands presence eased them into a gentle sleep. And as the last injured man closed his eyes, the hands descended down, tending to the many wounds present. As they worked, Samantha walked amongst them, keeping an eye on their progress, whispering quiet words of peace to the sleeping men, and encouragement and thanks to the hands. They were not under her direct control - she had worked for many moons to collect them and gain their trust, so that they might help her keep the men whom she cared for alive at the end of their battles.

The hands were undoubtedly magic, which was why she kept them concealed under her robe. This war had started over the use of magic, and she stood on the side that was for the liberation of man from the very force that she was using. But she needed the power to keep her men alive - it was not something she could do alone, but there were very few who were willing to work in the medicine business these days. But they could not bring people back to life, or rebuild lost limbs or other extremities. They could only ease the pain, and work to close wounds and keep them from reopening.

And that was really all she needed from them.