Re: Third Class ; Dining
Oh, he was wise. She knew she wasn't because she'd never been told otherwise, never had much opportunity to think on her own, and so she hung on to his every word as though it was God himself who spoke. "I'll look," she promised, near breathless, akin to a pinky swear made between children who needed no one else. "You look, too, and we can tell each other once we've found it." She brightened at the prospect, not bothering to think about how they would find each other to share their successes. She hadn't quite mastered the art of thinking ahead yet.
She nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Some are warriors. They don't need to be kind. Some don't like humans very much either. They can be scary when they're angry," she explained, for the wrath of an angel was a fearsome thing to behold. "They're not very forgiving either." Maybe it wasn't God himself who'd cast her out but he must have known, hadn't he? Unless He just didn't care, which was possible. The fallen regarded his outstretched hand before slowly reaching to accept it, her fingers sliding against his before they closed more firmly around them.