Upon hearing Herbert's firm yet gentle words, a ripple-like glimmer emerged deep within Luhier's eyes.
Her slender fingers curled slightly, then slowly relaxed, as if engaged in a silent internal struggle.
"I..."
The Sanctuary remained silent.
The surrounding chants of the Fallen Angels had long since faded, leaving only the faint friction of wings in motion and slightly quickened breaths.
Herbert did not urge, merely waited quietly.
He believed in her.
Although it might be difficult at first to change one's mindset, you can definitely do it.
Finally, Luhier took a deep breath, as if making some sort of resolution.
She took a small step forward, her dark wings gently quivering in response.
"If, if this is the 'proof' you speak of."
The Fallen Angel's voice was light, with a touch of uncertain tremor, yet it fell unerringly into Herbert's ears.
"Then, indeed, there is an idea in my heart... one that I have never dared to admit."
