Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

"Where's the bathroom? I am NEVER using rest stop toilets again!"

One appears near Ice, who is looking worriedly at the girl in her arms.

James marches up to the demon, appearing either brave or stupid. "Let me see," He says, his tone brooking no argument.

She hands her over. Almost all of her limbs appear to be broken, there are stubs on her back that were once wings, her hair's matted with blood, and down below.... There is evidence of rape.

"Oh... my... the poor girl. I need a bed for her, some water mixed with a tiny amount of salt, and a container I can either get her to drink, or inject her with."

Ice quickly uses ice- Well, what did you think her ability was?- to create a bed, and pulls a cup out of the air. She creates ice in it, and melts it with a small amount of water. " ' h've no 'lt."

"Thankfully, I do." He pulls out a small packet of salt, dumps a quarter of it in, and mixes in half a vial of purple liquid. "Have her drink this, if you can, or I can inject it, if need be."

"No n'd. V'lym'a, c'n you w'ke up ' l'ttle?" The girl stirs, her eyelids flickering open to reveal pale, bluish eyes.

"Here, my dear, take a sip of this." He gives her the cup, and crosses his fingers.

"Nghn.." "Dr'nk, V'ly." The girl gulps it down, her scales dull.

She feels a coursing warmth through her body, and her supercharged immune system begins repairing the damage.

Most of the cuts and bruises heal, and Ice quickly sets the bones before they have a chance to heal badly. However, the stumps of her wings stay untouched.

"Alright, Miss-?" James said, looking at Ice.

"Well, Ice," he says, responding in the demon tongue, "Do you know what her wings looked like?"

"They were dragon wings. But I warn you, attempting to grow them back will not work. That bastard Daisious severed them with a special type of magic." She gratefully switches to her tongue. "Lucifer is going to kill me... After taking away my Ambassador Status..."

"Do you love her?"

"Then I can fix it. Can you make her new wings out of ice? I'll also need a sharp knife."

Ice shakes her head sadly. "I do not have that much control of my ice."

"Come on, Ice! Focus, she needs you!"

She shuts her eyes, and carefully, in great detail, forms the wings.

"Good. You've left me a tail to attach them." He pour half of the remaining vial of purple liquid onto the wings, and binds them to the stumps gently. "Now I am going to need you to trust me," he said, looking Ice in the eyes. "I need you to make an incision on your hand, as well as hers, and let the blood mingle."

She nods. It wasn't the first time she'd mingled her and Vily's blood. She swiftly makes the incision on both palms, and presses their hands together.