Varia smiled at Gabriel's kindness, the whole room seemed to light up with her beauty and grace. The wilting rose slowly regaining her strength.

But before she departed for Heaven, she hugged Raphael tightly. "Raphael. My teacher. And my Father." She held onto him tight. He was the only one she had left now. She treasured him more so. 

"Go my Songstress of Hope. May your songs bring grace to Heaven once more." Raphael kissed his two first fingers and planted them on her forehead, like he would a daughter. She bows to him in respect.

Varia turns to Gabriel. "Ready when you are, Divine."