[@ShadowVentus] 

Crystal blue eyes peeped out from between white feathers at Michael's gentle voice. The ball of fluff shuddered and sniffed, and then a voice answered softly, "Ilyndriel." She kept looking at him from her peephole, hoping for more kind words. She gasped and blinked at Doom, seeing him punctured by shadows and raised to the ceiling, but his attack was thankfully stopped. He seemed relatively "ok" in spite of it, which made Ilyndriel glad. "Can you stop them from fighting?" She asked her shadowy companion.