latent energies steadily stabilize.
"My apologies, it seems I was still a bit on edge. . ." The seraphim says as she turns to properly face and adress the man with a kind, albeit small smile.
"Oh?" The woman actually seems taken aback by his words, gaze quickly falling down upon herself, before a defeated sigh leaves her.
Without a word a hand rests upon her chest as eyes are closed.
"Relax. . ." She whispers to herself, and slowly but surely, her
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