*Barachiel tilts his head then blinks. Seraphim becoming human wasn't something he heard of very often. He shakes his head, for now he would drop it knowing that if he pushed too hard he would cause a worse result. His wings unfurl and he launches up flying home now that he figured out his location. He lands and goes inside heading to his anvil he pulls out the necessary tools and gets to work. Luckily he had recently bought a sand bag so as to muffle the loud noises of metal working. Especially with the difficulty of the pieces he is making for himself. After all, wing armor isn't the easiest armor to make*