Lathe helps Prism to her feet. The angel is scorched and blood-covered, but she doesn't actually feel any pain. Just aches, and a raw feeling as though moving really wasn'tsomething she should be doing.

She turns, letting whatever it is see her.

The best word to describe Prism would be: Golden.

She's just that. Gold hair falling around her shoulders in soft durls, golden eyes, golden dress, even her skin seems to shine, with light patterns dancing at random across it at every movement she makes. She seems to draw at the light around her, pull it towards her, ler it fall on her fair - if somewhat burned - skin.

She's an angel. But there's something odd about this angel. Her claws, long and sharp, are uncovered and are definitely not angelic. In fact, if anything, they appear to be draconic.