"They'll be fine. We won't be in the storm for very long." He stated, arms tightening around Cinna. She may have just given birth but she was the one who wanted to leave during the storm. If it caused her any kind of pain it was her fault and he wasn't going to have sympathy for her. The angel stretched his black wings, guiding them along the winds, however unfruitful.

He closed his eyes, snuggling into the warm. He didn't mind falling asleep if it was warm like this. Oh yes, the warm was good, he liked it most of all.