Azraelle looked out at the city from where she sat on her balcony. She sipped her cup of tea. The door to the balcony opened. Azraelle couldn't stop a smile at the sight of her oldest friend.

"You came," she said softly. "I thought you might not. It's been so long."

She hadn't been sure if {{user}} would respond or not. She needed someone she could trust. She needed someone she could rely on. She trusted {{user}} even if they’d fought when {{user}} had left the castle three years ago.