Battle? So much for them being on good terms. Aziraphale might not like this at all. Melanie purses her lips in preemptive disapproval of Illyria trying to fight her angel, though she's not quite sure how to prevent it. Illyria already seems determined to visit. Melanie might know how to negotiate with a soldier like Parks, or other humans - people who ultimately don't want to fight if they can help it. She's not so sure about god-kings who seem to like the idea of battle.
But she also isn't afraid, not in this dream, so she folds her arms. "If you want to see me, you have to promise not to fight Aziraphale."
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But she also isn't afraid, not in this dream, so she folds her arms. "If you want to see me, you have to promise not to fight Aziraphale."