Zuureth and Orias traded glances back and forth, while at the same time, keeping an eye on Juniper.  Something was definitely going on with the angel, her stance and expression were one of constructive brooding.  She appeared to be planning, or possibly considering something else.  At Zuureth’s silent gesture, both demons remained quiet, patiently waiting for her next words or action.  It was impossible to determine if she was actually locked onto something or someone outside of that window.<br/><br/>"Give me your hand," Juniper commanded in a voice he’d never heard from her before.  Doing as he was told, she drew blood from his palm with one of her nails.  Zuureth flinched at the unexpected pain, albeit a minor one.  The angel held onto his hand steadfastly, not allowing him any opportunity to retract it.  She then instructed him to focus on a name.  While doing so, the demon was beside himself in figuring out where this newfound determination of hers was coming from.<br/><br/>Juniper seemed satisfied, judging by her licking his palm.  That simple act sent shivers through his being, probably due to her angelic powers.  It was quite obvious to him that she still possessed some, as he took note of the blood vanishing from sight, and the wound left no mark.  Her eyes changed to complete whiteness.  As if that wasn’t something truly to behold, a goldenness then surrounded her.<br/><br/>He couldn’t and wouldn’t speak for Orias, but Zuureth could only gawk at the spectacle before him.  Mere words were of no use to him right now.  And in the matter of worthiness, he felt entirely unworthy to be in her presence, witnessing first hand the transformation she was experiencing, whatever that may be.  Through it all, her name over his heart maintained that same, lazy pulsing, never increasing nor decreasing.<br/><br/>And almost as suddenly as it all began, so too did it come to an end.  Juniper was seemingly back to her “normal” self.  She looked around the room, and very casually announced, “I found him.”  Zuureth was unsure, of course, but the “him” had to be the name he was told to focus on.  Was that what the glow and other theatrics were all about? he wondered, but would never ask her.<br/><br/>After licking her lip, she asked accusingly, "What have you two been talking about?"<br/><br/>Zuureth easily found his tongue, and stated truthfully, “Nothing.  What was there for us to say once we saw what was happening to you?  I’ve never seen anything like that before.”  Obviously, he wasn’t thinking, because why would he?  He was a freaking demon, after all, and his kind rarely basked in such enchanted pureness.<br/><br/>Orias, on the other hand, was unable to look directly into her eyes.  Instead, he glanced away while shrugging a few times.  What the pair of demons had just witnessed left an indelible mark on him.