[Angel's brows knitted together for a moment. Krieg losing his edge was oddly concerning to her. He had always been the towering, bulky paragon of strength. She didn't like the idea of him becoming weak. It just wasn't Krieg...]

[But then...]

The rest of the world is soft too though. [Her steps slowed and, upon noticing his gaze on her, she stilled entirely. Hesitantly, she grazed his fingers over his arm, noting the mottled and scarred flesh that held his body together.]

You don't have to fight as much anymore. That's why you have Murder Chicken, and why I have Mari.

[More embarrassed than ever, Angel turned back to the road, scrambling off as if she could leave her awkwardness behind. It didn't take too long for her thoughts to catch up to her, and she quickly found herself facing him once more.]

I am glad you don't have to hurt anymore because of me. What happened has happened. We are both free now.

[Today, that freedom meant enjoying the crisp air and "fire" trees. She cast her arms out, inhaling deeply. If Krieg hadn't been there, she might have done a twirl, and then laughed at the way her dress billowed up. Given her audience, however, she manages to keep herself to a giddy sort of laugh.]

[It was nice to not have to worry as much. Sure, she had her concerns about Krieg and his adaptation, but no one could hurt him here.]

[Excepting her father of course, but even he seemed to have been relatively tame of late.]