"Will we survive?" Ariel asked simply, sitting back comfortably in her seat. Her wings folded over the back of the chair, stretching and flexing out slightly on occasion. Her eyes bore directly into Himmel, the man speaking, with a gaze of gentle judgment, her silver irises like shining coronas of pure mercury that encircled discs of oblivion. Their glare showed judgment, observation, knowledge, along with a curious blend of love and care. As if the saintly elf saw every flaw of every person, only to be eager to accept them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>