Raine had more lately become accustomed to feeling that sort of mana, the light and the gathering and the suddenness of it. Her work wasn't time-sensitive and if an angel was arriving so quickly, then likely something was wrong; Raine set down her pen and took up her staff, and headed for the courtyard she knew well.

Kratos, it seemed, had already started moving, for she ran into him before she reached the courtyard in question. He carried-- Valdis?

Something must have gone wrong indeed. "What happened?" she asked, already moving to direct them somewhere Kratos could put Valdis down.