Salathiel nodded, turning to leave in a swift motion, as always possessing what one might call an angelic elegance. He passed through the doorway, soon making his way through the apartment, and the now closed restaurant beneath it.<br/><br/>Stepping out into open air, the angel spread his wings, and rose into the air, the faint swish of air being heard as he ascended. The moonlight coming down from the black skies above, made Salathiel's wings stand out all the more, pearlescent feathers glinting under the nocturnal radiance that his wings seemed to be bathing in.<br/><br/>Climbing further, the pale-garbed angel's gilded gaze assessed his surroundings in the night, ascertaining his position, before veering towards the direction of the hospital. High in the sky, Salathiel progressively closed in on the location of his current assignment, halting for a moment as he reached a spot directly above the building, before veering down and landing silently. He glanced towards the nearby entrance, a door that lead down into part of the hospital, and vice versa, making his way over to it shortly after.<br/><br/>Knowing it was locked, he unsheathed the alabaster-bladed sword at his side, covered in symbols, glyphs and arcane letters that few humans had seen, an odd, wave-like pattern akin to Damascus steel making it seem as if the sword had been forged in waves of fire. He raised the blade, and thrust it precisely into the keyhole, Salathiel's practised motion appearing as a blur.<br/><br/>It sliced cleanly into the metal door, cutting through the lock with surprisingly little resistance. Swiftly, the angel retracted the blade, sheathing it in a single motion, after which he grasped the door handle, and opened the now unlocked entrance. Salathiel entered shortly after, making his way towards the part of the hospital that Maeve's mother would be, and to the place where he would keep vigil, all the while avoiding the attention of others, in the process.