"I'll cut it for you." She moved closer to him, kneeling on the floor as well, arms around his shoulders. She let her head rest against his neck, just content to sit for a moment. "I'll take care of you, just like you take care of me." It was at the back of her mind, a curiosity about how Raziel would make it so she could live forever, but she didn't mind. She trusted him with every fiber of her being, every bit of her soul, and she chuckled at him. "You're stronger looking."