Ambrosia is a drink made by the Bestowals the angels gave us. They created it to be very nutritious so people could survive on nothing else if they had to, and it's traditional to drink some every supper, both for your health and to remind yourselves of the angels' generosity.

And everyone has already had healing magic done to them, that's something Hero Crests can do.

(In fact, one of the officers walks with a limp, and the other is missing an eye and has a good deal of scarring around it.)

"- I'm sorry," says Nelen, "I don't know whether to interpret that as a misunderstanding of the scope of healing - it can handle old injuries, and maiming ones - or if it's just a soft no, maybe because the scars are important somehow?"

Oh, in that case, yes they absolutely want healing.

... Actually, no, the officer with only one eye would like to get whoever has healing magic to get down to the poorhouse right now, half the people in it are veterans, they're begging because they got shot for their country let's go right now -

- okay, Nelen will go to the poorhouse, then!

(Radiant Cipranu is less than enthused about his dinner being disrupted, but will not display that under the circumstances.)

There are various people the officer wants healed along the way. Some of them are homeless and jobless, some of them are working perfectly normal jobs except with only one eye or missing fingers, some of them had childhood illnesses that left them permanently weak and the officer is fine with healing those people if Nelen has time but he has to go quickly - 

Nelen can heal people really really fast, just boop their noses and be on his way. Though this might leave some of them confused about what's going on.

Yes, but this is important.

The poorhouse is not in a good part of town, but an angry army officer leading a bizarre alien gets through anyway. It's a mixed soup kitchen/shelter/unskilled labor recruitment center for those who can manage to work, and there are a lot of people around there. Most of them are male, most of them are missing limbs or blind or both, the vast majority look either sick or malnutritioned or, again, both; a good many are wearing ragged uniforms, and there's a wave of salutes among those with at least one arm when the officer arrives.

(Incidentally, the sanitation is getting steadily worse as they go from the palace to the main city to the slums, but the officer has higher priorities than to notice whether his healing-wand-with-legs is unhappy about this.)

The healing-wand-with-legs is not thrilled but he can get Natsuko to prestidigitate him when they get back.

Great! Boop boop boop?

Boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop!

People are shocked, amazed, and in awe. There's a lot of "are you a divine being" going around - 

"No, he's just a visitor from another world," he says gruffly. "Now, on to the next one."

"How many of these are there?" asks Nelen. "I can call for backup."

He slows down.

"How much? How quickly? Can you send them to the field hospitals? How about transport -"

"Field hospitals we can do if our counterparts on the other side of any disputed territory give us the go-ahead but in undisputed areas I can have five hundred people like me here in ten minutes if you can show me on a map where to send them."

Right. Back to the general's headquarters - hello, General, they have better healing than we do - past the guards - here's a military map showing what's ours (right now) and theirs (right now) and where there's fighting - we need healers in every major city, training base, and not-presently-besieged fortress...

Nelen takes a picture of the map and sends a message.

"Okay," he says, "floating healer corps is deployed to all those locations, they'll probably be done with every centralized case in say half an hour."

Great, problem solved, heal the General's lungs on your way out? She breathed smoke too long, it's why she's here instead of on a front.

Sure, boop!

Right. Now we can go back to dinner.

(General Lanitia is sort of staring, touching her face, then going back to staring.)

(Dinner is still happening; conversation had been quietly changed back to, at various parts of the table, economics, the logistics of interuniversal transport, the internal organization of Vanda Nosseo states and modern science.)

Nelen's tablet beeps. "Is there a particular message the floating healers should give to indicate they're friendly and you asked for them?" he inquires of the general.

- and she shakes her head for a moment and shrugs off the disorientation. "Take our messengers with you; I'll want runners -" she starts organizing it "- and I'll need a message," she says, "Mihai, run to - no, run to the fliers, give them -" she scribbles a note (on paper instantly retrieved from a pocket, with ink suspended directly in golden light), "give them this, I'll head to Cipranu he'll need to hear this -"

In moments there is a large-scale organizational effort going on.

The float-healers can come through to collect messengers before heading into the various hospitals, sure!

Great! The messages boil down to "there's magic people from another world with healing powers going around healing people, we don't currently object."

Then in very short order everybody in the undisputed area will be healed!

Healers are arriving in military fortresses with soldiers whip-scarred and toothless and missing arms, in plague-ridden camps with hospital tents loaded three to a bed, in villages where the horses were taken for cavalry and the donkeys to pull carts and there's real famine. One lands somewhere presently under attack by "wolves," apparently man-sized six-legged porcupine-lizard creatures with three rows of teeth and the ability to fire quills like bullets; a second that's been overrun by 'bears', nine feet in length and armored like tanks. One of the towns they're sent to is apparently not, in fact, out of the undisputed area, since there's a cavalry regiment camped around an old stone fortress in which the townsmen are taking shelter, discussing how best to burn it.