The further they travel into the base, the more perturbed Daine feels. It seems to have been abandoned some time ago, but how is that possible? Where is everyone? She shifts her ears to give herself a bat's hearing, but all she picks up are the echoes of the sounds she and Gabriel are making. There's no one else in the base, as far as she can tell. Even the rats are gone.

Gabriel's voice makes her start - it's much louder to a bat - and she hurriedly shifts her ears back to human. There's that word again: 'Fauna.' She'd thought it was some other language, but now it occurs to her that it's a name. The wrong name. And he's been using it for some time, now. As Gabriel sinks to the ground, she frowns worriedly down at him. Doesn't he know who she is?

He looks up at her, and her eyes prick in sympathy at his expression. She's used to cheer and sarcasm from Gabriel; all this pain would be difficult to take from anyone, but it's somehow even worse coming from him. Daine crouches beside him, shaking her head. "Angel - like the statues?" she asks, belatedly making that connection. They don't have angels in her realm, and she'd been initially baffled by all the statues of winged two-leggers scattered about the place until they'd been explained to her, and then she'd only been a little less confused. They seemed close enough to gods that she wasn't sure why folk didn't just call them as much. "You're an angel?"