Mictain watched quietly as Raphael fell asleep, apparently without any worry in the world. The angel was even more beautiful than usually when he was asleep. It hurt to think that he wouldn't see this beauty again for some time -- perhaps forever. However, if it made Raphael happy, he would force himself to stand back and let him go. He wouldn't allow Raphael to get hurt again because of him.

Stroking gently the coppery hair, he then let one of his nails form into the now familiar claw. Carefully, so as not to startle the angel awake, he cut a small lock of hair from Raphael's head. Tying it with a quickly conjured piece of thread, he then banished it to the pocket of his trousers. After this he lay back, content in knowing that although Raphael would perhaps go away, a part of the angel would still stay with him.

Right now, though, Raphael was there in his arms. And thus, he could sleep peacefully.