"For starters, fair point on the age." Uriel admitted.

"Secondly, your body probably wouldn't be able to handle being on that plane." he told her. "And if just your spirit went there... well... drinking might be a tad difficult, as you wouldn't be able to experience it in full." he said.

"Death is weird. You get a somewhat physical form in the afterlife, but not if you're... 'just visiting', shall we say." he went on, before looking at her.

"You'd probably have severe joint pain, and feel light-headed all the time." he told her, pausing a moment.

"Speaking of heads... you all right?" he asked her.

"Hm." Uriel muttered.

"No. No, it's not fun." he said.

"And if you have a migraine headache brewing, then perhaps you need to try and get some sleep... or at least go and lay down in bed." he suggested.

"Seriously, something like that is best to not ignore." he reasoned.

"I... should consider heading back, anyway." he muttered.

"Make sure my brother's not meaning to come pay you another visit." he then grumbled.

"Sure." Uriel responded.

He then effortlessly lifted her up in his arms, before using his wings to float gently down to the ground below. And it was easy to tell that it was, in fact, effortless for him. Then again, heavenly strength made it kind of expected.

Once they touched down, he let her own feet touch ground, before letting go.

"Take something for that." he told her.

"Seriously. A migraine out of nowhere is concerning, especially when you don't really have a history of them." he finished.

Uriel blushed a little when she called him Yuri, before nodding in response.

"Yeah, you do that." he said.

With that, he turned around, and vanished in a pillar of light that lasted for no more than a split-second... and he was gone without a trace. Almost.

He'd left a single white feather, floating to the ground in front of her.

It was something he'd taken to doing, as she said she had a use for them, after all.

As soon as she fell asleep, she dreamed that she was alone on a raft, adrift in an endless white ocean, and the waves were becoming more and more turbulent.

But just as it felt like she was ready to fall into the water, everything seemed to calm down, and she was suddenly showered with a refreshing white rainfall.

And the next thing she knew, the smell of breakfast reached her nose, and... she woke up.

She was in her bed, and the smell of waffles and sausage filled the room... which meant someone was downstairs making some breakfast.

And considering it wasn't even 10AM, it sure as heck wasn't Steff.

When she reached the kitchen, she found Vincent standing there. He looked over towards her, and smiled, having heard her coming a few seconds ago.

"Ah, you're awake." he said.

"Good morning." he greeted her.

"Breakfast's almost ready, if you want some." he told her further, turning his attention back to the food.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked.

"Been here a bit." Vincent replied.

"I'll bet you're also feeling refreshed, and like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders." he then said.

"Like you've possibly experienced some kind of growth spurt, of sorts?" he went on.

"....yes...." Aimee responded, sounding confused.

Vincent just chuckled.

"Not surprising." he said.

"After all, your mana matured, and you've gone through the necromancer's control trial." he informed her.

Vincent just smirked.

"I was tipped off." he said.

"By someone that cares about you very much." he told her.

"Also, I know when it happened, as your mana illuminated the entirety of the manor for close to an hour." he then said further.

"So much so, you even woke your brother up for a bit." he chuckled.

"Which is how you know that your mana glows brightly." he added.

"Mm." Vincent mumbled.

"But yes, you should try it out." he told her.

"Try something simple." he said.

"A little anything that you could easily do before last night." he said further.

"And yes, last night." he clarified. "You've been asleep for only about 9 hours or so." he confirmed.

"But I'll bet those simple things will be like second nature to you." he chuckled.

"I'm making some waffles and sausages." Vincent told her.

"I also made some juice." he said further.

"I'm willing to bet you've got a powerful hunger after what you went through last night." he continued. "While not as traumatic as a tainted-aligned necromancer, you still expended a lot of energy during the night." he reasoned.

"Sound good?" he asked.

"They'll be done in a couple of minutes." he then added.