<div style="text-align: center">Vestele:​</div><br/>Laylah paced at Dante’s side as she looked at the ground attempting to pick up any kind of tracks or signs of the pair of fleeing angels. Laylah took a moment to look at the surrounding areas, it was unnerving seeing the city once more, the buildings were beautiful but the silence which surrounded them was strange. She watched as Dante moved and crouched as he looked at the ground, she moved closer and moved to settle at his side as she looked at his fingers. Laylah nodded as she looked at the blood upon his fingers “ Yeah, they will be defensive, we should be careful” She followed after him as they followed the trail of the blood towards a door, blood present on the handle.<br/><br/>Laylah nodded and she settled beside him as he attempted to open the door, it jerked in place as it impacted against something on the other side blocking it. She glanced at him before she watched him press against it seeming to easily move whatever was in the way, away from the door.She paused for a second before stepping inside behind him when she froze in place as she heard someone let out a hiss.<br/><br/>She heard Dante attempt to reason with the woman but she knew it would be pointless she would never believe one of his kind. Laylah herself had never trusted a demon until Dante and even that was still shaky. She watched as Dante moved to the side revealing her to the woman as she stood before her husband in a defensive  stance. Laylah gave her a soft smile as heard Dante’s whispered words and nodded slightly.<br/><br/>Laylah looked at the woman “ He speaks the truth, he won’t harm you. We have your little girl Milah ? We found her and she is sleeping at our campsite. We came to help. Please let us. I..” she paused glancing at Dante before speaking again “I have the gift, if you allow me I can heal your mate at least a little ?” she gestured towards the male laying on the bed.<br/><br/>The gift was the term used within the angels communities for those who could heal,it was rare and coveted gift. Most who processed it kept it hidden their whole lives in fear of others finding out about it and forcing them to help them. Laylah’s eyes met the woman's as she took a small step forward her arms raised and in an unhostile stance, her eyes showing her intent to help.