[i]Jeanne[/i] -  [u]The Archangel[/u]

Revan's approach while to some might have seemed sinister in some way only caused a coy smirk to be quipped upon the Archangel's lips. Slowly, the wings of beautiful light dissipated as the feathers fell to the earth. There, they would linger for a few moments before fading at last. It was a simple mark to make, one that signified her intention not to just immediately leave and depart. For it was the least she could do, especially after she had frustrated Revan like so. 

[color=662d91]"Well to be fair Revan, I think I stole the sleep that you lost. I haven't woke for about five days. Much thanks to Niti's handiwork, I presume."[/color] His concern over her possibly dying, and stressing over it was touching at least, yet the Archangel would never dare show it in any way[color=662d91]. "Well thank you for your concerns Revan, but I assure you that I have everything under control. Fair enough? It isn't like you want me to be in the upcoming Grand Magic Games, correct?"[/color]