I was forced into a shower and handed a clean change of clothes that consisted of the open back tank top that so many people around here wore and jeans.
After that, Wave took me to a clean looking room with a desk and two couches. Ryan and Damien were already sitting on one, and Wave took the desk, leaving me with the other one, which I sat on.
I discovered that if I folded the bottom pairs around my front, the other one would be above the top of the couch and I could sit properly.
Wave giggled at my experimenting, but sobered up quickly.
"Well, En, this quick drop was entirely unexpected, but now that it's over with, we're glad. Now that you are a Seraph, I'll be glad to answer any questions you have."
I thought it over.
"First, is there anything I should know about my body?"
Wave smiled warmly.
"Yes, in fact, there is. Firstly, an increase in appetite. It takes much, much more to maintain those wings. Most people here eat five meals a day. Of course, there's Arnold's all nutrient bar as an alternative, but most people dislike it. There's also a huge boost in regenerative abilities. Anything short of losing limbs can be restored. Although,I believe fingers can be brought back...?" Wave trailed off, glancing at Ryan, who nodded.
"Yeah. Just don't lose all of them at once, that would be bad. Also, you don't age as fast, for sure." He said, stopping.
"Right, there's a ten to one ratio, meaning for every ten years you age one." I stared at Wave, raised an eyebrow at me.
"Wait, then how old are you?" I blurted out. Ryan cracked up in the corner, and Wave shot him a glare.
"Not as old as Professor Vanderson. That's all you need to know." She said, with a firm tone that brokered no argument.
"Oh right...Hey, Damien, what happened to your shoulder?" I asked, suddenly remembering. He raised an eyebrow at me, shrugging. Wave did the same, glancing quizzically at the both of us.
"Did.....something happen?" She asked cautiously.
"Well...I kinda....ate a bit of him?" I said, hesitating. It sounded seriously embarrassing/insane.
"What?! Damien, is this true?!" Wave cried, standing up and glaring at him. Damien pursed his lips and didn't speak.
"Now now, can't do that." Ryan grabbed Damien's arm when he stood up to leave.
"Fine. When I was bringing her here, I let her take a bite. What else was I supposed to do, have her munch on a pedestrian?"
Was I getting the talk-about-the-person-like-they're-not-there treatment?
"Bet no one was stupid enough to be out in that weather anyway." Ryan mused, letting Damien go.
"Well, emergency or no, I'd you knew this was going to happen-which you obviously did- you should have told us!"
I was.
"Would you have believed me? There was no time, you saw her condition when I brought her in. If I hadn't, she would've rotted away in her room!" He exclaimed, standing up. Wave clenched her fists, ready to bicker again.
Within all this, I started humming. Not just any song, but the one I had heard before, right before I came back.
All eyes were on me as I nervously trailed off.
"You....do you....remember?" Damien asked quietly. Wave's head jerked up, and she looked sharply at him.
I nodded slowly, aware of the tense atmosphere.
