It took half a day of pure walking to get where they were going, but that was more or less the same general time Azazel spends walking around anyway. Throughout the whole journey, never once did the fallen child let go of Azrael's hand, finding some amount of comfort in feeling his palm encased in his. It was a safety he never felt before, like his holiness was keeping out the insecurities of the mortal realm. It made him wonder how this guy ever got cast down in the first place if he was able to keep himself normal under all these circumstances. It was growing late by the time they got to the caravan, the sun dipping behind the horizon and the sky turning it's blazing orange. Speaking of blazing orange, there in the doorway of said caravan was a woman with her hair matching the sky and her eyes matching the currency of the time. She was a petite woman, short, but beautiful in her own way. Azael towered over her and she over Azazel. As the two adults chatted, the child looked up at the woman with a mild curiousity, ducking behind the older Angel's leg, peeking out from around the limb. Seeming to notice his hiding, the woman squatted down so that she was eye-level with him, giving the child a warm, soothing grin before asking for him to set the soul in his pocket free.
The angel's eyes lit up with curiosity at her question, wondering how exactly could she know he had a soul in his possession. Slowly, he scooped the blue orb out of his pocket, revealing it to the woman. She began to chastise Azrael for not having him get rid of it earlier and as they spoke, the child released his grip on the soul, allowing it to float back into the sky as if it were a balloon. Then, her golden eyes fell back on Azazel, a confusing look on her face. She placed a hand on his cheek, the side he had cut off earlier that day. The child seemed even more confused when she seemed to mourn him, calling him a "poor dear", her head swaying gently, rhythmically. It was actually very disturbing to the child, unnatural, but he didn't say a single word, watching the woman closely. When she suggested they go inside, Azazel's eyes immediately flicked up to Azrael's questioningly. He seemed to encourage the young angel to go with her... Well... if he trusted this person, the fallen child saw no reason not to as well. Making sure Azrael was right behind him, he followed the enchantress inside, a tad of worry evident on his face.