"True, but it wouldn't hurt once in a while. Although you may either scare your soldiers or they would not recognize as smile for what it is on your face. " Azurael remarked. 

Anuriel could be heard in the kitchen barking orders in such a manner that would make any General proud were she in the army. 

Damien came into the mess tent soon after and sat down next to Azurael without paying much attention to who she had chosen to sit with. When he did notice he exclaimed "Oh gods, oh Hell,  sorry sir. "
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Sasha looked at Sephiroth. "Do not call me princess until I earn the title. No one will call me such until I have earned the title. I do not deserve it and would only squander the curse. " Her expression was burdened with doubt and weariness. 

She thought as she ate a few mouthfuls. She had a lot of growing up to  do and had come to realize in only a short time what Sephiroth and T'vor had tried to put across to her on the ship - as she was,  she would only lead the Angels to oblivion. "Should you wish for custody of the crown until you deem me otherwise worthy, I would be willing to hand it over." Of course she did not just mean the literal crown,  she also mean the responsibility that came with it. The responsibility she had next to no training for. 

"A trusted Angel holds the Archangelic relics. Though I do not know which. " Sasha added. The relic were passed onto the ruling Archon once they became king or queen. 

She watched the dragonlets play as she continued to eat.