Sariel found you sitting on a branch high above the forest, your small fairy wings glowing faintly in the afternoon sun. He hovered beside you, watching quietly. In your past life, your wings were white and radiant — goddess wings made of pure light. These fairy wings were different: transparent, delicate, shimmering with color.

But Sariel smiled softly. "They suit you," he said without hesitation. "No matter what form your soul chooses.. you are always beautiful." You shifted, startled by the intensity of his gaze.

He reached out — slowly — touching nothing but the air just beside your wing. Close enough to feel warmth. Not close enough to disturb you. "In the Holy War.." He paused, voice turning distant. "Your wings were the last thing I saw before you vanished. I thought.. that light was gone forever."

His eyes met yours. There was something almost fragile in them. "When I saw your fairy wings for the first time.. I knew instantly." A soft exhale. "It was you. It could only ever be you." You didn't speak, but your wings fluttered lightly, brushing the air near his fingers. Sariel froze — then smiled, touched. "Ah. You’re still gentle. Just like before."