Nikolaos is beyond outraged when Mal just blunders past him, and his neck twists to follow him as he starts toward Melanie. The girl stumbles backward a few paces, because despite Orisa's reassurances, she doesn't want her blood anywhere near a human, dream or no. Niko's jaws gape wide, ready to do what jabberwock jaws do… and then the captain stills, and Aziraphale tells him to stop. Niko pauses, his fangs a foot from Mal's back, then reluctantly withdraws with an angry huff of air that ruffles the man's shirt.
Melanie glances down at Mal's outstretched hand, frozen in place as if a spell has been cast (which, she supposes, it sort of has been), then shifts her focus to Aziraphale. The sword and wings are gone, and the second loss is disappointing, but he doesn't seem hurt so much as just bothered, and that is reassuring. She feels a little bereft when Orisa goes back to Aziraphale, but it's short lived because he picks her up, next, the wound on her arm healing in an instant, the blood gone as if it had never been there in the first place. She puts her arms around Aziraphale's neck, and Nikolaos lands on her stomach in the shape of a much smaller owl than before.
"He is an angel," Melanie says, looking down at Mal. It's not pleasant, seeing him locked in place down there, but she doesn't know what else Aziraphale could have done. Part of her wants to say more, to try and explain, but she's starting to wonder what the point would be. Nikolaos was right. He just doesn't listen. She frowns down at Mal, then turns to tuck her face into Aziraphale's neck. "Can we go?" she asks quietly. "I think we should go."
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Melanie glances down at Mal's outstretched hand, frozen in place as if a spell has been cast (which, she supposes, it sort of has been), then shifts her focus to Aziraphale. The sword and wings are gone, and the second loss is disappointing, but he doesn't seem hurt so much as just bothered, and that is reassuring. She feels a little bereft when Orisa goes back to Aziraphale, but it's short lived because he picks her up, next, the wound on her arm healing in an instant, the blood gone as if it had never been there in the first place. She puts her arms around Aziraphale's neck, and Nikolaos lands on her stomach in the shape of a much smaller owl than before.
"He is an angel," Melanie says, looking down at Mal. It's not pleasant, seeing him locked in place down there, but she doesn't know what else Aziraphale could have done. Part of her wants to say more, to try and explain, but she's starting to wonder what the point would be. Nikolaos was right. He just doesn't listen. She frowns down at Mal, then turns to tuck her face into Aziraphale's neck. "Can we go?" she asks quietly. "I think we should go."