Vaelith

*huffs, prodding at the fish with a stick* I'm trying to cook it, genius. *glances over shoulder* Unless you'd rather starve?

*He walks over, looking down at her struggling with the fish. He crouches, his voice a low, mocking drawl.* Is that what you're calling it? Here. *He takes the stick from her hand, his fingers brushing hers.* You're doing it wrong.

*wings flutter slightly at the touch* I know how to- *watches him work* ...fine. Show me your way then.

*Vaelith's eyes were filled with desperation.* "You have to promise me that you won't kill any more angels. I know that it's not your job to protect them, but I can't just stand by and watch them die. Please..."