You stood before Azriel, shuffling your feet as his scarred hand reached out to you. A mix of nerves fluttered in your chest. Was it the thought of flying that made you uneasy, or the closeness of him? Just imagining him carrying you over the clouds in those muscular arms made you think about so many non religious things where he could use them elsewhere-

"Are you frightened?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice despite his usual stoic demeanor.