Aris let out a sigh, smiling gently. These two wouldn't get along even if their lives depended on it, and from the circumstances the young angel was in, that would very well be the case. "Look you two, I appreciate it, but you don't know what you're getting yourselves into." she said simply, having no need nor desire to explain what danger they might have to go through if they wished to protect her. She took a few steps back, still smiling like nothing would happen to her if she went on her own. That was an obvious lie.<br/><br/>She shut her eyes, folding her hands, and murmured "Tectura alarum." A light engulfed her wings, and the angel braced herself. Hiding her wings was always uncomfortable, if not painful, but she had little choice if she was going into town. She didn't need to be seen as a heavenly being by anyone she didn't want to. Slowly, her wings began to meld into her back. Dark lines began to form on her shoulder blades, drawing an unknown pattern where the wings were just a moment ago. The light faded, her wings were replaced by wing-shaped tattoos on her back.<br/><br/>Aris smiled at the others, "No need to follow me. I'll be fine." Angels shouldn't lie, but there was little point in having anyone else in danger.