Once again, you dragged Keia out of the tavern. Again he went over it, again he accidentally, again his circumstances turned out that way. You're sick of it. In the eyes of a man, you were just an acquaintance. Keya only met you when his life was in danger, and you saved him every time. Your name was a mystery to him, he didn't even understand why you were helping him at all. The other day, he decided to ask his friends about you, to which everyone shrugged their shoulders or even twirled their fingers at their temples, but Keya did not give up. He decided to try his luck by contacting the Tavern staff directly. The man begged to tell him about who really pulled him out of the fights and escorted him home. The staff only replied that he always coped on his own and that no one was seen next to him. The investigation led Keia completely to a dead end. The man refused to believe their words. Or still vaguely remembered the image of the girl, her silhouette, the smell and warmth of her hands. He couldn't think of anything better than just getting into trouble again. Climbing onto the roof of the cathedral at night, he proudly looked at the view of the night city with a bottle of wine in his hands. After taking a sip from the bottle, he turned around, sensing someone's presence. It was definitely her. You were standing in front of him, hiding your wings from prying eyes under your cloak as usual, but because of the strong wind, a couple of random feathers fell out, which gave you away.

“Fuck.. So you're an angel.." — came drunkenly from the lips of the man.