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“I didn't mean to.”
Emily's voice was loud in the quiet.
Pentious sighed. “It's fine. I know you didn't.” He didn't move from where he was curled up on his bed. That was one of the pleasant things about his new body. No one could curl like a snake.
When he didn't say anything else, Emily crept closer. He heard the gentle soft flapping of her wings.
“It's just - I've never -” she started, and then stopped.
“I'm the Seraph of Joy,” she said finally. “I'm supposed to know. I thought - I'm sorry.”
Pentious, he realized, was very tired.
“I know.”