There weren't that many people present that Sunday, so when someone walked in and sat down, Azrael took notice. While Azrael preferred sitting alone, she was somewhat pleased that the stranger had sat near by. She smiled shyly and watched the woman, taking her eyes away every so often to look at her lap. At least this woman seemed to be enjoying the choirs singing, and the general atmosphere within the church was warm and peaceful. Had she come here seeking answers or peace? Most came seeking both.
"It's nice here... isn't it?" she said quietly. Her voice was soft and sweet, as if it were woven from purity itself into sound. Her smile was kindly and her demeanour, innocent.
"Did you come here to think? Or did you come here seeking answers?" she asked. It may have come across as quite a tall question from someone who looked so young and perhaps even sheltered. As if perhaps she had spent her entire existence living within churches, only observing the world by looking out a window. And that was what Azrael wanted when he took on his more innocent appearance.