[He appears with wings extended and smeared with sashes of blood. There’s spots of it on his face, his arms, his clothes; it sizzles and evaporates on his sword, which rolls with white-hot flames. His clothing itself is conspicuous: a tidy silver loose-knit turtle neck and jeans. No frump, no bulges or rumples. Simple, practical--and covered in blood.] ...Metatron?

[There’s ill-disguised fear in the name.] Oh, come now. I’ve not used a miracle in weeks. And if this is about that wellspring, they needed water. There was nothing in miles of the place, and you did say that I could use miracles for my wards in extreme circumstances.

[A pause]

Metatron? My dear boy. You may be fond of intimidation, but I would have hoped the two of us were past that at this point. Now, if you don’t feel like keeping me, I should get back. That was a rather unpleasant skirmish. [Tiredly] Or were you looking for a report? At least let us pick up the pieces first, there’s a good man. A few hours won’t make much difference in the ineffable plan, I don’t suppose.

[To say that Juni looks exhausted would be an understatement right now, she's curled up in a giant throne that looks like it's made out of webs and her eyelids keep drooping shut... Only for her to start up again and blink frantically, there's a few small but fairly deep cuts on her arm too though she doesn't seem to have noticed them] No... Have to wait until he's back, just in case...

[Shew finally seems to notice the Plane and stares around for a moment before yawning and sinking back in the throne, brushing a stray web off of her arm] ...Can anybody get me something to keep me awake? Nothing strong or anything just... [Yawn] ...Something.