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She made him smile faintly with that, and he lightly stepped over Dark to come over to Minty to be at her level. Wings tucking in, adjusting and spreading, Jeresous sat down under the shade of tree with Minty. He rest his hands on his knees, and studied her for a moment with those ice blue eyes of his. He was thinking.
"Amen. Are you frightened?"

Jeresous didn't say anything, letting the silence draw on, uncomfortably for him when she didn't say anything. Slowly his slender fingers were tightening around a fold of his white clothing, and one of his wings twitched, his version of fidgeting while his body remained still, face impassive. He was trying to find the right words. Maybe she hadn't heard him?
"Minty? It is perfectly alright to feel afraid. I can understand if you do not want to admit it, but it is not healthy to keep it bottled up inside. What you do with the fear is what you should focus on instead."

When she revealed to him some of what she was feeling, Jeresous looked at her with a measure of concern reflecting in his winter eyes, and he laid a sympathetic hand on her back. He was thinking again, silent as he choose his words. But in the moment of silence, his strong paternalistic instincts were breaking down a few barriers built up around his icy heart, and carefully Jeresous scooted a little closer, shifting so he could give her a good back rub, hoping to release some of the tension he felt in her shoulders.
"There are more who do that then you think. We all have to hide behind masks to get through another day, but what is happening to you is beyond what you are accustomed to. It is a lot to dump on one person, no matter the age and level of experience. Now ... what are you afraid of exactly?"

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Jeresous nodded wisely, knowing that death was something everyone could fear, even the unkillable immortals. And for good reason. Only those that were already dead, truly dead inside were those who never flinched at death. Now, he did sense her dislike of being touched, but also he knew she needed it. Jeresous didn't let himself be intimidated, continuing to slowly and softly massage her back.
"Are you afraid for your death or the death of others? Some are scared that they will never be able to protect those that they love, while others fear what will happen to them once they are no more. Let me tell you, there is nothing to fear after death."

Jeresous laughed. It was a strange thing, his laughter, lacking true humor and emotion, but it was light and chiming like musical bells, but without being truly happy. Again he was smiling faintly, and his wings flicked outwards, throwing off silver specks that hovered in the air. She had woken him up some, and he offered his apologies, leaning over with his hand gesturing towards her.
"I am sorry, but am I really that poor of a seraphim? I may not be a messenger of God, only his humble warrior, but I had thought my existence could bring some comfort about the mysteries of the afterlife."

"It is only the stroke of death that you should be wary of, not what comes afterwards. It is another adventure after that, aye. A great adventure."
His smile didn't die quickly like it always had before, instead it persisted and gave his features more life.
"Minty, sometimes a little faith is all you need to get through another day. Things will always get better, and if they get worse, well, you could die. But you should not let your thoughts be filled with notions of death or death is all you will see. All around you."
Jeresous picked up a brown dry leaf, and showed this to her. Then his gaze rose upwards to the many, many green leaves of the trees in the canopy above them.
"It is your choice what you see."