Her captives would scowl, both at her, and at one another; they, at least, those who were still opposed to her, seemed to be united in their dislike of their captor, but she'd also managed to sow seeds of distrust. Some of them had, apparently, screwed up enough to earn Finexia's ire, and clearly, they weren't the one who did it; it must have been another.<br/><br/>When the Heart was finished, the angel staggered out, and into the waiting arms of both Finexia, and her summoner lover. "How are you feeling, love?" the summoner asked, eyes sparkling.<br/><br/>"Tired... oh, but so full of... of fire, and hunger... mm, I feel... incredible."<br/><br/>