Varia nods at the Archangel and made him some tea just as he did for her. She wasn't used to these earthly things. In Heaven she would conjure up such things but here she could not. She had small burns on her hands where she learned to boil the water. The kitchen had broken plates and bowls where she had dropped them all over. She began to clean up the mess when picking up a shard of broken bottle cuts into her hand because she grabbed it too tightly. She stares at the blood seeping out of her flesh. 

"I'll never get used to this.." She sighed and put the cut to her mouth. She kept thinking about what Michael said.