Peninnah is now five, and her wingspan should be sufficient to carry her aloft; she's just having a little trouble with the necessary coordination. Isabella has worked with her, and so has Rinnah, but Peninnah is impatient and has given up on both of them in favor of asking Damaris for help, on the poorly articulated theory that Damaris, at age thirteen, is closer to Peninnah's own size and might make more sense.
"Did - did you do something? Mom can probably fix that too, just - I won't not like you, I like you, really," says Keziah.
"Oh! Mom can fix that. We know somebody like that," she adds. "It'll be okay!"
"It's -" Kez starts, but then she says, "Maybe I'd better let her explain. Let me get her." She's about to brainphone when she decides she'd better actually leave the room. "I'll be right back - will you wait here?"
"Okay. It's going to be okay!" Keziah assures her, and she hugs the other angel again and slips out of the room, closes the door, and runs to her mother's office.
She sits down. "Hello, Junia."
"It's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of. Do you think it would be all right to include your mother in this conversation?"
"Because I can fix it," says Isabella, "and perhaps she would find that surprising if it happened without warning."
"Keziah, treasure, will you run and find Junia's mother, please? Their quarters are in the north section on the third level."
Keziah is back a few minutes later with a slightly graying mortal woman in tow. "Here she is," she announces.
"Thank you," says Isabella as Keziah closes the door. "In short - I can give Junia a body to match her self, but unless she wants to be as famous as Ithiel, I don't think this information should go any farther."