"Great." Uriel smiled in relief. "I was worried I'd done something wrong." She didn't ask about the memories. She knew that sometimes memories were best left just that, memories. There was no need to drag them back to daylight.

"Is there anything else you'd like to have?" she then asked, again cheerful. Uh-oh. If she got any worse, she'd soon be forced to use the medicine. She didn't like doing that, but would rather risk the possible damage cause by the medicine than risk herself jumping out of the window. Only Michael had been able to stop her the last time around.