"You could probably manage half of Uriel's masses. Pity I'm not Hagar," laughs Isabella.
"Oh, Isabella, you sound just as pretty as her," soothes Rinnah.
"Opinion's divided on that and I don't have her range, objective fact," blushes Isabella.
"Oh goodness," laughs Rinnah. "I suppose I should hope Noah or even Delilah wasn't walking down the hall just then, or -" She starts rattling off more names; children of the former Archangel and other members of the hold who might know enough Edori to detect a less than genteel lyric line.
The door swings open, and in comes a gruff-looking mortal man in practical clothes. There's a trace of Isabella in his face, although not nearly as much as there is to Rinnah. "Bells!" he says when he sees his daughter. "You're back! Visiting again or for good?"
Isabella gets up to hug him. "No plans to leave. No promises, though, I wouldn't turn down another invitation to Monteverde to help Linus."
"This is Micaiah!" says Rinnah brightly before Isabella can. "Look at their arms, dear, I've never seen anything so clear since Jerusha -"
"Sweet Jovah singing," mutters Charles.
"He was visiting Noah - he's an Edori - I mean Micaiah, you already know Noah's an Edori - and I'd just come back from Gaza," says Isabella. "And - well, he noticed first, his hurts and mine doesn't, but it's been like this since then."
"Hrm," says Charles. He scrutinizes Micaiah. "So. Micaiah. What do you do with yourself when you're not... visiting here?"
"Apart from the pronunciation, yes," Isabella says, who knows more about Edori religious beliefs than either of her parents and doesn't want to get deeply into that subject today.
"Mind you remember he's watching, then," Charles tells Micaiah, sitting down in the other non-angel chair. "Whether or not anybody else is."
"You never miss a pitch," says Charles loyally. "Bells, catch us up on what all else has happened - how were your last two months in Gaza?"
Isabella agreeably relates the more interesting questions people asked of Peninnah, and about her frustrating efforts to make the oracular language click, and about the events in the lives of the Gaza acolytes who her parents have come to be interested in through previous stories on previous visits.
Partway through a story about Tobiah's pet bird and his attempts to convince Isabella to catch it for him after it escaped, Rinnah picks up Isabella's hand from the table and puts it on top of Micaiah's, smiling impishly and wordlessly. Isabella blushes but doesn't move her hand away, and resumes the story after only a little stuttering.
Isabella stammers again but finishes the story, which ends with her chasing the bird into a tree too densely branched for an angel to climb and ultimately carrying Tobiah himself down to shimmy up the trunk and retrieve his pet.
"It's like a fairy tale," sighs Rinnah.
Charles harrumphs.
Isabella's reunion conversation with her parents continues to range over miscellaneous topics and continues to incorporate handholding. When Isabella mentions that she ought to see Serah today, Rinnah ushers her and Micaiah out the door, laughing. And Isabella doesn't seem disposed to let go of Micaiah's hand.
"Yes, Serah," says Isabella patiently. "This is Micaiah. Micaiah, this is Serah."
"Serah."
"No, no, you're too modest, you really don't need to be you know, many Archangels have been famously pompous - anyway, I'd say I ought to be friends with you so I can get special favors when you and her rule Samaria together but I'm already her best friend so you can be sure I will like or dislike you solely on your own merits," Serah says cheerily.
"Tell me about your merits," urges Serah, grabbing Isabella and Micaiah each by a hand and pulling them with awkward simultaneity through her door. One of Isabella's wings winds up buffeting Micaiah, all soft and warm; she doesn't seem discomfited by the accidental contact. "Elisha only knew a handful of things!"