"You're a Spartan, my lord. 24 hours is an eternity," Samandriel pointed out calmly. "I do not underestimate you, why should you pretend to do so?" He managed to get all that out while they were unlocking the case.
The moment it was set on the table in front of Carrick, Samandriel could focus on nothing else. It glowed brighter in his presence. The young angel ached for it, could feel the muscles at his back tensing and flexing as though his great wings were already there once more. He could hear nothing but his Grace calling to him, see nothing but the swirling colors beyond the bright glow of his own essence deep inside it. Others wouldn't have been able to see it, but this was part of Samandriel. Even without his Grace in him and the power it bestowed, he knew it intimately.