Ruth laughed out aloud, without any shame and without trying to make her laughter smaller. She laughed like a master brewer thrice her size in width. “They aren’t, but I shall make sure you get to hear the best ones,” though would that mean Uriel would hear them too? Maybe for once one of her siblings would stop to listen to what she had dedicated her life to.

Ruth shook her head, took a long sighed, raised her chin, and laughed “It’s hard to have things stick into your mind if they don’t have a voice, a face, or a smell,” though half of her voice would have sufficed, let’s be real.

With a small sound of her long mouth, Ruth disapproved “They are. And yet there is something that makes them… us all similar if you will. Is Uriel different? Does he speak… plainly? With others, I mean,” Ruth was starting to get the feeling she didn’t know her brother at all. But also, she was aware that love changes us.