Faira relaxed slightly as Rosaline extinguished the flames, the house repairing itself and leaving only a few remaining plumes of lingering smoke that hugged the ceiling of the entrance room before they, too, dissipated.
	Noticing Rosaline wobble, Faira stepped toward the glass woman. “Are you--”
	Laughter on the verge of hysteria interrupted her, and she spun around, the sword again raised defensively.
	She took in the woman with long, flowing white hair standing at the base of the staircase, a teddy bear clutched in her arms as she greeted the group. Faira shifted her weight awkwardly as the woman introduced the stuffed animal, the girl trying to figure out whether or not the newcomer meant them harm.
	Faira’s gaze snapped to Adriane, panicking as his demon side emerged.
	“[i]Don’t![/i]” Faira shouted, moving toward him to try to stop him from causing another explosion, but the angel regained control, making Faira release a relieved sigh. “And [i]that’s[/i] why you should think things through before you go throwing fireballs at things. You okay?”
	She tilted her head toward Marianne at her statement about the Collector, the thought creating a pit in her stomach.
	[i]We’ve gotta find that key![/i] she thought, running a hand through her hair as she faced the others again, just catching Alexandra's disease at Little Ann.
	Faira glanced curiously from one to the other. Her grip tightened on the sword as Alexandra suddenly strode forward, speaking as she cupped Rosaline’s face in her hands.
	“By ‘he,’ you mean the Collector?” Faira asked quietly, her brows furrowing.