[ Cecil is a little conflicted as to who to talk to first, glancing between Barakiel's daemon and the angel himself; she settles for first responding to the little mouse, rubbing her ears and neck with her index finger as she speaks to her. ]

That would make me happy. But he should take care of his body too.

[ Then to Barakiel, after some hesitation, and while she's still petting his soul: ]

...Was it... when you were captured? Torture?