[Lucifer may be still except for leaning and slowly looking her way, but Raphael has been breathing in the natural, steady rhythm her vessel is inclined to- that is so unnatural for an archangel. Then she catches on a simple breath and coughs hard, a sick rasping hack that sounds like pieces of her throat are getting caught, punctuated with bursts of bright light from her mouth with every cough.
It takes a second for her to recover, to stop leaning her forehead against her hand and sit up a little unsteadily. She doesn't look at Lucifer. Somehow, she wishes she wouldn't have to.]
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It takes a second for her to recover, to stop leaning her forehead against her hand and sit up a little unsteadily. She doesn't look at Lucifer. Somehow, she wishes she wouldn't have to.]