Her head shook, a little gesture. Carefully refolding herself on the floor, her legs crossed in front of her in the lotus position, a few little butterflies escaping from her simply to let of a bit of her unease. They whirled around Michael, but didn't land on him, seeming to hover an inch or so above his skin before shooting off.
"He is a force. A daemon, a-" She made a noise, that might have been a word in some human language, if it weren't for the growl-like syllable at the end. "There are Laws of this sort of thing." One of her least favorite ideas, but that didn't mean she could disobey them.