He was humming away as he came in through the back door, walked to the kitchen and washed up after doing some chores. Just as he finished wiping his face down with the water, he could hear the knock upon the door. He tossed his towel to the side and moved through the house to open the front door. There, to his surprise, was his older sister.

Uriel looked more fit than he had, that much was evident by the somewhat leaner version of himself being showcased by denim overalls and a rough shirt that was open at the collar. He was still that big, bumbling guy, just less. "Nessah," he said by way of greeting. "How nice to see you," he said out of obligation. He was already annoyed by one sibling being judgmental of him, he was wary that his sister would do the same.

"What brings you to my humble abode?" It wasn't that humble, really, as she would see when she would come in. He stepped back to allow her to do so. The inside of the home was clean and gleaming with an aura of newness.