[ It tugs uncomfortably at his heart to see her here, the knowledge that Uriel, too, somehow succumbed to a mysterious death that Dokja remains unconvinced of. But the familiarity of her presence is equally as hard to ignore, and he grabs at that emotion instead, not wanting to worry her more than she already is.
He shakes his head at her concern, smile brightening in an effort to prove that he's fine, though none of it reaches his eyes. Physically, he looks alright! No injuries, no signs of distress. Just tired. ]
Don't worry about me, Uriel. [ REALLY. ] How about you? I hope the Shadowlands didn't give you too much trouble.
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He shakes his head at her concern, smile brightening in an effort to prove that he's fine, though none of it reaches his eyes. Physically, he looks alright! No injuries, no signs of distress. Just tired. ]
Don't worry about me, Uriel. [ REALLY. ] How about you? I hope the Shadowlands didn't give you too much trouble.