Tell Me about Her!

Startled, Zadkiel roused Cassiel from his slumber and was taken aback when he mumbled about hearing The Queen's voice. It was puzzling; He knew Cassiel was deep in dreamland, but there was an eerie authenticity to his words as if they were bridging the gap between dream and reality.

Suddenly, he jerked awake, as if jolted by an electric current, and his feet carried him with a sense of urgency towards the washroom. The splashing sound of water met Zadkiel's ears as he doused his face with the cold tap water, a ritual that never failed to calm his friend's nerves.

"Everything alright?" The words slipped out before Zadkiel could stop himself as he emerged from the washroom.

He offered a casual shrug, a nonchalant facade masking his true feelings. Drifting towards the fridge, he glanced over his shoulder. "Beer?" he suggested, the two canned bottles of beer he held serving as his silent invitation.

"Hmm, sure!" Zadkiel couldn't help but smile at his offer.