"Dear Father in Heaven," David breathed, feeling the blood drain from his face. Poor Henry! He wouldn't wish this fate on anyone, let alone the poor lad- But yes, Michael. He could pray to Michael, and send Rhiannon a message to ask that she hold onto the baby a little longer, Addy needed both her hands free. Closing his eyes and clasping his hands a moment, he sent a quick message, imploring the archangel to join them at his earliest convenience.
Iestyn looked up at Addy with a broken expression, his eyes fearful. How could he compose himself? When Henry was at Lucifer's mercy? "B-Bruises- so thirsty-" he said, his tone speaking volumes to his agony.