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Eduard sighed and scrunched his face up ever so slightly. The student in front of him looked rather eerie in an extreme way. Something about this character stirred up inner turmoil in Eduard. He knew that the pale young man was a second year in the Greek Pantheon, but didn't know much more than that. It could be beneficial to learn more about him, but Eduard was reluctant. Nonetheless, he shooed away his doubts and moved toward the impressively somber young man.

                        "No. You are lying. "her tone was harsh and thick with emotion. Yes, she had heard the night mother's voice before... But to physically meet anything outside of an old corpse... The woman whom had married the dread lord, the woman whom the prayers of the black sacrament would always be directed too, the woman whose voice had whispered contracts into her mind to which she relayed unto what was left of the dark brotherhood. 

Crowley wasn't usually a sappy angel. He was usually awkward about showing affection, used to having his own suave way about him that he thought made him seem less approachable... But now and again, a streak of affection would pierce him, and so he would share it.