Avalon healing

And most importantly, the divine sheath that ensured I would never spill a drop of blood got to work, healing my frayed and damaged nerves and smoothing out the tears in my muscles I’d caused in my thrashing.

Miss Militia was looking at me.

“Apocrypha?”

“Be at ease, Miss Militia,” I told her. “There are few things more effective at healing than my sheath.”

Immediately, I felt my face flush. Maybe I'd drawn a little too deeply on Artoria's personality.

“Ah, that is to — I-I mean,” I corrected myself, “it’s, uh, you don’t need to worry about me. A-Arthur’s sheath will take care of everything.”

“Arthur?” She paused and looked me up and down, and a skeptical line drew across her brow. “King Arthur?”

“Af…ter a fashion, yes,” I said. I wasn’t quite sure how I could explain the whole thing, or, for that matter, my own confusion about whether or not these had once been real people, let alone if I wanted to. “Um, it’s complicated?”

I saw her smile in the crinkle of her eyes. “So it would seem, yes.”

We fell into silence, after that, as I waited for my — Arthur’s sheath to do its work. Over the minutes, the aches started to fade away, the tremors and the shaking began to stop, and slowly, it felt like I was gaining back my strength.

It was incredible, really, how quickly and easily my body was being healed. Damage that I might never have fully recovered from on my own was being repaired just by sitting there and letting Avalon do its work.