Rose watched those dots of red - Holy Fire - with wide eyes. She unconsciously reached out one hand to touch the wings and drew it back as soon as she noticed.

"I really hope you never have to sacrifice one of these beautiful wings."

Her other hand went to the feather in her hair.

"Gabriel blessed it the day you arrived. I met him in the evening and he told me that you were weakened by your injuries and that it would be dangerous to have feathers with your aura in them lying around. So he blessed this feather and the bits of feathers in the trash bin."