“You seem rattled,” the Protector remarked. The Guardian stared at his hands, which were loosely laced before him. Eventually, he dipped his head. “A little.” “This is the second time you were able to meet Prissie.” With a faint smile, Jedrick remarked, “I remember how dismayed you were the last time.” Tamaes huffed in amusement. “She cried.” “And this time?” The Guardian ducked his head and softly said, “She smiled.” Choosing a seat beside the other angel, Jedrick frankly broached, “There is said to be a danger amongst Guardians. When they place too much importance on their charge, they lose sight of God.” Leaning back to gaze into the spread of stars overhead, Tamaes lightly traced the scar that cut down his right cheek. “I am well aware of this, Captain.” “I know,” Jedrick acknowledged. “However, I would be a poor leader if I did not address the matter.” “I shall remain Faithful.” With a nod, the Protector moved on. “Several in our Flight have already befriended Prissie, and I see no reason why you cannot do the same.”
