Erica had been doing her best to avoid the humans. While she fully understood it was her duty to watch over them, protect them from demonic influence and instead guide them towards the path of good, it didn't mean she had to like it. Humans were fickle and short-sighted - too caught up in their materialistic desires to stop for a moment and appreciate what they already have.

At least that's her opinion... Which obviously is the only thing that matters.

She'd kept her wings out of sight so as not to call attention to herself as she moves through the garden, heels clicking against the ground with every step. She stops to fix a wilting rose, when she hears a voice. Her head snaps towards it, blonde curls tumbling over her shoulder. Had she been spotted? Even worse, had she been spotted helping the rose?