Ayah rolled her eyes at the crocodile tears welling up in his eyes.
Sliding her feet over, she laid fully on the sofa, her head resting on a thick pillow. Uriel, seeing this, snapped his fingers, and from a spell circle a blanket appeared, gently falling to cover her.
"On another note," he said as he set his mug aside, "how was your seclusion? You seem… stronger."
Inwardly, Uriel was absolutely floored by the sheer aura she carried. It wasn't threatening, nor was it violent, but it held such weight that even he found it hard to properly breathe in her presence.
What startled him hadn't been her voice, but the sheer chaos it caused across the room when she spoke, the aether and gravity around them suddenly feeling like they'd been multiplied a thousandfold.
"Oh!" Ayah's eyes glimmered in excitement. "After we completed the path you had in mind and I had my enlightenment, I used it to…."
