She felt his hands on her wings, which was one of the most odd sensations that Lane had ever experienced. He mentioned her possibly being a seraphim, but the word and its connations did not sit quite right. She shook her head and opened her mouth to protest the notion, but then she noticed the fact that the newt in his leg had lit up, and it almost looked as if it was about to burn through his pants. Lane swallowed, but then pointed with her hand toward his thigh.<br/><br/>"I think you may have a situation there...Can't you feel that?" She asked, a sudden sense of concern for his well-being pulling hard at her. She could not help but wonder if his apparent earlier euphoria had something to do with the oblivious way he reacted now.<br/><br/>"And it's not a Seraphim. I don't feel benevolent...I feel...fateful. Like lives are in my hands. Deaths." Her mind began to float over the possibilities, allowing her to try to lock into the knowledge of the supernatural creatures she knew of and how she felt in this moment. Yes, she was angelic, but not in the Christian sense of the word. She did not feel as if she were some Nephilim, part of the holy hosts of heaven. She felt...<br/><br/>"I feel like a badass. Like, give me a spear and I will show you I mean business...." she said, but then tried to elaborate, "It's hard to describe, but it feels good. Powerful."<br/><br/>And that was when the word came to her mind.<i>Valkyrie. </i>Though the Norse Shield-Maidens held some similarities to their Christian counterparts, they were largely not very similar. The Valkyries decided fates of battles, served the All-Father, and likely did more than they would ever know, thanks to the spread of Christianity. Lane could vaguely remember reading about how European Christians burned Norse temples and texts, so much of their religion and culture was lost to history.<br/><br/>"But we should probably focus on you first, I'm starting to worry your pants might catch on fire..."