His hands folded mundanely in front of him. elbows propped on bent knees as he looked over his shoulder and took her in. She looked so much better than before - albeit still tired; that, he knew, would only be mended by rest.
"She's getting desperate, you know? She's seeking approval where there is none to find," Raphael had heard rumors of her ridiculous writings and rants. He didn't care to read them himself - rather it was more his interest to keep those of the Divine immune from her hateful ways.