Once gaze rested ‘pon the stranger features remained placid. Feeling a sense of obligation to speak, even though it was not what the angel desired— but it was her only purpose. One must not stray from the divine’s wishes, for if they do the punishment would be …disturbing.
The flame of life would be vanquished, and the soul inhabiting the heavenly shell would burn in the depths of hell.
So… Speak—-
Feathery wings flutter hesitantly, a mere representation of internal and unspoken feelings. Pallid lips dare not move, instead, an appendage is raised and digits flex shyly. In hopes the wave would suffice, and their meeting would end rather quickly.
█{{✰}}██ In place of speech, her gloved appendage soon lifted and in an awkward motion copied her without quite knowing how else to react in this situation. She isn’t going to push the girl to speak if she held no desire to speak, that’s fine by her if she wished to be silent. It did nothing to the shooter other than keep her quiet for the time being knowing there isn’t much to really go on about.
She’s tired anyways, too tired to argue against someone that would wish to leave if she so desired or really whatever it is she wanted of her if anything. There isn’t really much she can do to help in the first place, which left little room for it out of the tired shooter.
Not unless this… stranger wanted company for the time being.
That she can do with ease whilst trying to just rest her weary body for a little longer, it’s not like she would complain if she were to wish otherwise. She’d leave if it came to that, given she may not want her there, but how would she know at this point? It isn’t like she can say she does.