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"For sandwich making?"
"I had no choice once we summoned help against Saint Michael. I helped bring you here and so I pledged to keep you safe."
"Oh. An hour or so."
He nodded. "What brought you here?"
"My stuff?"
"Of course. I am a guardian angel."
"Mm. Conjuration."
"Once, a long time ago. It was nice there."
She grinned, taking the bread and starting some sandwiches.
"And you, as well, when you're alive. Your family line, if need be."
"I think it is," he said quietly.
He spoke up after a bit. "So how did you two meet?"
"Yeah! I like to think my sandwiches are good."
Sariel spoke. "Well.. I could watch over her."
He kissed her forehead. "Super cute."
"Of course," he said warmly, looking around. "I have a spare axe somewhere around here.. Oh, there it is. The wood pile is over there."
She was quiet watching her task.
"I was hoping it would."
"You'll be fine! Trust me!"
She watched him go momentarily before going back to the food. James in outside, swiftly chopping firewood with one, easy swing.
