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Jezreel flashes a relieved smile, glad that she had not let the ancient Malakim down by missing some important detail. After a second, her smile slides into a somewhat mischievous grin. Her eyes dance.
“You know, Marduk,” she says in a deliberately casual voice. “There are apps that can help with that… keeping the elderly mind sharp…” She waits half a beat before shaking her head. “No, I bet you are one of those anti-technology types. Hold on.”
The young Seraph hops to her feet and almost skips to one of the two door on the wall with the sofa. She opens it and rummages around for a moment. She returns with a softcover book about the size of two magazines and with a small plastic case. Without a word, she hands both to Marduk - the book cover-side down - before returning to her seat.
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Sobering, Jezreel nods. “And most likely better than I do. Good,” she says. “Maybe if your healing is enough, they might move Willow to the General Pediatrics Wing, where I might be allowed to visit. If she wakes, would you please tell Willow that I’m thinking of her, sir?”