Auvrea turned, looking at Basilic. She sighed, before the concrete around her feet lifted. She walked towards him, then crouched down. She pulled his face up, then looked him in the eyes. Her wings opened, spreading to at least three rows each. "Its okay." She whispered, her light voice had returned. She looked at his eyes through his glasses. "It wasn't your fault." She placed a hand on his cheek, pointing his head at Aphrodite. "But, be careful. Her past, her soul is darker than you think." She looked behind her at Martin, who was watching her carefully. She kissed his forehead lightly.
"Bear your gift well." She whispered into his ear before returning to her seat.