Uriel smiled, softly.
His heart eased, and all tension faded from him, his body relaxing. He reached out, grabbing Ophanis' flaming hand.
Gently, he caressed it.
"It's alright. It's fine. I get it."
His voice soothed her, and she seemed to calm, taking a deep breath in and exhaling all the worry that had been building in her heart.
He didn't know what had made her so agitated at seeing him think for so long, but he could guess.
He had once told Enoch a seemingly random set of words.
…
["No, but I choose to trust nonetheless. You threw me to my death because you trusted I'd survive. And inversely, the only reason I'm not shattering your core right now is because I trust you'll have an explanation I'll like once she's gone."
Enoch's eyes widened, suddenly feeling all the natal aether in his core shake, the reins that controlled it torn away and falling into Uriel's hands.
