"Was that really necessary?"
They had returned to the Garden, stretched out on the soft grass, in another patch of warm sunlight. She lay atop the older angel's chest, staring up at the clouds as they rolled over above them, playing with his fingers that lay resting on her belly.
"What?"
"You know what."
She shrugged and yawned largely, rubbing at her eyes with her other fist, and sighed tiredly.
"You didn't have to beat him in front of the other members of his class."
"He asked if we could fight."
"Akeelah."
She turned over on his chest laying on her stomach instead, laying her chin on her crossed hands, his hand curled around her back and rubbed soothing circles over her back. Nisroc smiled at her and pecked her nose again.
"He should have fought harder then."
"He didn't want to hurt you."
She made a face of disgust and he chuckled softly at it.
"Why are you defending him now!"
"I'm not. I'm just saying that you are being unfair.'
"You are too! I though we were friends first!"
"Oh, the throws of fledgling jealousy. We are indeed friends. I am not replacing you if that's what you fear. Don't be so defensive."
She rubbed at her eyes again, "I'm sorry Nis. I didn't mean to."
"I know little warrior. Take your nap. You are exhausted."