Her spells were deflected, but Arti had expected no less from her opponent. She furled her wings against her back, as she landed gracefully on the floor, sword vanishing from her hand, dismissed just as her shield had been. Her gaze turned to the Goddess, now sat in the pews, and she strode slowly towards the woman as she spoke. "I would not dream of taking them all, just the majority. We all need a certain amount of grief in our lives, and you will still remember them - but the pain will not be associated with that memory anymore, that is all," Arti added as she stood beside Shiloh.
Sitting beside the Goddess, she took the woman's hands in her own and closed her eyes, warmth radiating from her body as she began to glow. "My name is Artiya'il, I'm not from this world, but it does not matter. Grief if both a gift and a curse, but it is my privilege. You have been judged Shiloh, the grief you carry is more than you should bear, for a long time you have worn it as a badge, as a symbol, believing that it made you stronger - but instead it has been a wound, close to festering and even closer still to becoming your end. Today I relieve you of that burden, so that you might shine brighter, stronger and stand taller for their sake as well as your own," as she spoke the sounds of the room drained away, the warmth growing almost hot. Suddenly she let go of Shiloh's hands, letting out a long, slow breath. Several of the white feathers of her wings suddenly began to change to red and after a moment Arti opened her eyes to look at the Goddess. "They love you dearly, I am glad to know them."
Turning in her seat, she rested her back against the pew, hands clasped in her lap as she gathered herself for a moment. The extent of the grief Shiloh had carried had been heavy, it was one of the reasons the Archangel had been drawn to her, but not that she had performed her duty Arti knew more of her, and suddenly she found herself in a dilemma. "You never take care of yourself, you're always the last person on your list," she said, turning her head slightly to look at the Goddess. "I'm afraid you're not rid of me, there are others who will require me, but not as much as I feel you do. Would you object to me staying close to you? Not that you will get much choice mind you, ask my siblings, they will tell you - I'm like a dog with a bone, I don't give up easily once I have an idea."