That did make her smile a bit. She picked up the drying pieces of Papyrus not understanding what it meant but curious all the same.
"I think I'm starting to hate my job." she admitted finally before laying on the stone and sighing again. Being an angel of death was one of the easier jobs. Death was inevitable, most angels muddled through it without a problem but the amount of death lately had clearly taken a toll on her soft heart. Which was disturbing her greatly because it was leading to feelings of doubt.