Raphael saw how the demon let her body fall on a chair when his brother left. There was no grace in her movements as she moved her injured leg aside with the hand that didn't press her entrails in place. She then turned her head slightly to look towards her, waving a hand and smiling pleasantly as if the drops of sweat on her forehead and the slight frown between her eyebrows didn't exist.
She was about to say something about it when Michael's voice interrupted her. "The demon was in possession of Lucifer's human?"
Raphael chose to ignore the demon's antics to concentrate better on Michael's voice.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked instead of answering at hearing the tired tone in his brother's voice.
There was a hint of amusement lingering in their link. "I think I was the first to ask, sister."
