Everything was cleaned up, more or less. Floors and furniture were no longer covered by wood chips and dust. Apollo and Eden had a fresh pair of clothes. They were also no longer covered by debris. Eden was pretty good at cleaning.
The room was as good as new, save for the hole in the roof.
Apollo was sitting on the side of the bed, not because he wanted to but because of Eden's insistence. As for Eden, she stood close by and was fully convinced that he was indeed an angel.
Apollo scratched the side of his head.
"What is the city like?"
Eden excitedly clasped her hands together with a smile.
"Ah! The holy messenger is interested in the state of our humble city?"
Apollo blinked a few times before looking around himself. He was a bit confused.
"Who are you talking to?"
Eden giggled sweetly.
"Why, you of course! Who else could be referred to as the holy messenger but an angel?"
Suddenly, she raised a finger.
