The night was longer than usual for both Jibril and Angelo. The men were both beings who enjoyed silence more than a meaningless conversation. At some point, they both had a silent agreement to go back and check on their lovers.
Before they hey could each separate, a wailing figure ran out of Angelo's quarters. Zira looked confused and disoriented as she came to a halt before the men. In her state, she had forgotten that she could fly if she wished.
Angelo held her trying to make her talk. She looked breathless and frightened. Jibril had a bad premonition about things. His beloved was too quiet to his liking. With the commotion that Zira had caused, she should already be out.
Amelia was attentive and keen. Hence, he found himself sprinting towards his brother's Quarters. Angelo helped Zira and followed behind Jibril. His Lady wasn't going to calm down any time soon.