The sun was barely above the horizon when Eirwyn arrived at the settlement, dressed like the messiah himself.
His white and gold uniform was spotless, despite the ash lingering in the air. The cape trailed behind him, rippling like a divine banner, and his dark amber hair glimmered under the rising light.
"Here he goes," Hermes muttered, crouching beside a campfire with Ymir as they finished a canned breakfast. "Cue the violin."
Ymir sipped his coffee. "Don't make it too obvious that you want to bite his head off. Just eat your food."
And feed he did, while imagining it was Eirwyn's head.
The moment Eirwyn stepped onto the grounds, cameras zeroed in. He smiled with the ease of someone who had practiced it his whole life. His first act was to heal a limping hero with a dislocated shoulder.
One touch, a golden clock swirling on his palm, and the shoulder clicked back into place.
"Thank you, Rewind! You're the best healer ever!" The man cried, voice choked.
