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Christina held her stomach in pain as she finished puking, now just coughing up the remenents of her stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to look into Jo-Jo's eyes for fear of what she may find there. Instead she stayed on her knees, hanging her head in shame, head falling around her face like a veil. She pushed it back behind her ears, her ponytail holder having broke when she transformed.

"I... umm... I have no words to make you feel better. I just know that when I see a cute girl like you in so much pain, there's only one thing I can do." Jo-Jo said meekly, and Christina shuttered, biting her lip and tasting salty blood in her mouth. Slowly, gently, Jo-Jo placed his left arm on her left shoulder and used his right hand to rub her back. It was comforting and she stopped trembling under his hand, thought the tears still poured down her cheeks, washing away the red from her face.

"It's ok. I... um... I know. I'm so sorry you had to live through that." Jo-Jo said soothingly, still rubbing her back. Christina nodded numbly. Jo-Jo didn't even know the half of it, but she appriciated his sympathy and compassion. "From what I've heard it's the single most amount of pain anyone can ever go through." Chrissy managed a small laugh from her ragged throat. "Yeah... like walking through Hell..." she whispered hoarsely, vividly remembering the flames that had eaten away at her skin when she'd been forced to do penance for her mistake.

"Here." Jo-Jo said, gently placing a handkerchief into Chrissy's hand. The feel of the soft fabric made her lift her hand and she took it carefully, silently thanking him as she wiped off her bloodied hands and face. "You don't have to give it back." he mentioned but Chrissy shook her head, slowly because she was still a little nausiated. "No no, it's the least I can do." she coughed, then crumpled it up in her fist. When she opened her fist again it was clean and she handed it back. 'It's a good thing I don't have to be in Angel form to mend clothes.' "Also, you may want this." Jo-Jo said, reaching into his bag, "I grabbed it when you... took off."

"He missed you." Jo-Jo said, pulling out a little white bear. Christina's eyes filled with tears as Jo-Jo handed her the precious stuffed animal and she cuddled it close to her bosom. She looked up at him, eyes watering with tears of joy, as she opened her mouth to thank him but no words could be made. He smiled sheepishly, a small blush coloring his cheeks. "I did too." Then pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly in a tight hug. "I'm glad you're back Chrissy." he whispered and Christina's heart melted as she hesitantly relaxed in his arms. "Thank you Jo-Jo... thank you..." she whispered, so softly he may not have even heard her.

'Ego gratias ago vos ex profundus intus meus pectus pectoris...' she thought, silently to herself. 'Quod ego mos servo vos per is pectus pectoris, si ego may.'

This was translated in Latin as 'I give thanks to you out of deep within my heart. And I will preserve you with this very heart, if I can.'

With Samuel's bear in her arms and Jo-Jo's hand outstreatched to her, Christina felt... well, better. Much better. She took Jo-Jo's hand and stood up. Her clothes shimmered with a blue-white light which faded a moment later, having removed the blood from her once-again-white dress. "So, if you're you again, we need to go back. The Imps tried to sacrifice Flake and now he and Raleigh are fighting the Imps. They might need our help, but from the look of it, probably not." Jo-Jo said hopefully and despite everything, Chrissy smiled. "Yes... let's go do that." she said, sounding shaken but a little more confident.

The white light flashed again and Christina's skin had a faint white glow to it as she spread her wings. "Come here; let the angel pick you up." she said, her voice no longer scratchy but instead very alluring and melodious. "We can find them faster from the air." Then she pulled him into her arms and launched into the air. It took a matter of seconds for her to located Raleigh. She swooped down with Jo-Jo and landed beside the table (which had manage to be split in half while they were gone), gently setting him down, imps fleeing from her on sight. Others were picking up their weapons and already taking aim at her wings, recognizing her. 'Well, Jo-Jo wasn't kidding,' she thought, standing her ground as a small group of imps charged her, blinding them with a brief flash of white light.