Amber had almost reached out to stop Vetro; he was unarmed and if the angel attacks he wouldn't be able to defend himself. The diamonds remained suspended around her in a protective manner.

It'll be all my fault...please don't attack him!

The angel looked from Amber and stared down at Vetro, who was now inquiring with a polite demeanor. To her surprise the angel did not attack him outright as she had expected in her worst-case-scenario notions. Instead, the being smiled and stood up, balancing on the roof of the restaurant without too much of a problem. With a leap, the winged being jumped off the roof landing just in front of Vetro. Amber felt a surge of panic.

No don't-!

"Had I interrupted something?"

The apparently female being asked Vetro. Without giving him a chance to speak, the angelic being’s body dissolved into sand, the color of her hair and indistinguishable among the sand of the beach. Amber couldn't help but to stare; the angel was there and gone in an eerie fashion. Ah, but it wasn't gone just yet. The sand behind Amber swirled up and reformed into the angel, wings and all.

"I'm so sorry, I had not meant to be intrusive. But I didn't think I had to have a reason to be here," the being's melodic voice apologized as a pair of arms wrapped around Amber, startling her. "And you must be Ianael‘s daughter.”

Amber was visibly uncomfortable but felt herself unable to move or struggle. The diamonds might’ve sensed her discomfort and poised themselves to attack the angel.

Something wasn't right about it; there were no bells ringing in Amber’s mind, instead it was that heavy weightless sensation she associated with demons or fallen angels. She tilted her head to the side to catch a glimpse of the angelic woman's wings. The feathers were not made of light as she had initially believed, they were gray in color and reflected the light of the moon. Was she a fallen angel then? As if she had been (and it was likely) reading her thoughts, the angel nuzzled her cheek to hers.

"Ah, so Aza was right. I haven't felt that sensation in such a long time." She glanced up at Vetro, giving him a slightly mischievous and teasing smirk. For good measure she stroke Amber’s hair, adding to her visible discomfort. Amber would've shouted at her not to touch her...if she could that is.

“Hope you don’t mind…Vetro is it? It always seems this one‘s always in the company of others whenever we have the need to have a private word with her.”