Duma's hold on this angel tightened as he became frightened. It was not at the name that he had been expecting. Immediately, he started to make soft cooing sounds in an effort to calm him. "You have nothing to fear. He's... but a child, trying to keep skunks as pets and rescuing Christmas trees from the slaughter," Duma rolled his eyes. That had been a nightmare for the council.
"No one will bring further harm to you," he continued to pet the seraph's hair before softly admitting, "I do not know your name. I am sorry." But that didn't really matter. It just would have been nice to have something to refer to him with.