"I do not mind eating anything," Arella answered in the voice that was not her own.
Haniel gave her a look, but did not speak further. He walked out the room, leaving Arella to her thoughts.
Within a few minutes, before Arella could collect her thoughts, Haniel was back. He took a seat on the chair that was opposite Arella, and looked down at the balcony for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "I have sent someone to bring us breakfast."
Arella gave him a nod.
The golden light of the Celestial Spire and the sunlight cast a soft glow over his features, making him seem almost ethereal, as if he belonged more to the light itself than to the world of flesh and blood. His pure white wings, partially unfurled behind him, shifted slightly, the faintest rustle which was the only thing that broke the silence between them.
