Samandriel shuddered like he was settling into his own skin again. That...wasn't the reaction he was expecting from her. He had to stare at he for a moment if only to process her response and why it was happening.
He gave Carrick's address without thinking about it. He'd looked it up and sent out his own message of defiance earlier that day when he'd had a brief moment of strength to do so.
But then his gaze dropped again and he cleared his throat once more to keep talking. "You don't have legal recourse here, sister. It won't matter that I was once an angel just like my feelings on the matter didn't mean a thing while it was happening. This is the exact kind of situation that cost me my grace in the first place. If you go up against him for...for simple property damage, it won't end well." Somehow Zachariah would show up to intervene somehow or something awful would happen no matter that his sister had a demon to protect her and Samandriel hadn't had anyone to go to bat for him.