"Horseshit, Ariel," He chuckled, "Better than mostly dead could still be considered pitiable by all accounts. I would not suggest the sensation, if you ever decide to try and be reborn from the ashes of your former self." He stretched his wings slowly, careful not to brush them against anything, for concern they might knock down some valuable. He also stretched his arms over his head. "How do you find your new station, then? I do hope I haven't burdened you too greatly. Being a prince, saint, and a creature of many orders other than Arch would make for a rough transition, I'd assume."