OOC: Well, to be honest Blood, I think you're the only one who took it that way.
InC:
Xanriel shook his head, the corona of light melting from his body, leaving him as his typical eighteen-winged self.
"Now that that's settled... where in the name of the Heaven's are we? We've been walking through these damn Marshes for days, and we're no closer to the center. Have any of you made any progress toward our destination?" He walks over to Sirenes, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her from the ground, kissing her on the cheek softly, whispering in her ear.
"You look worried, you okay?" He lets her down, looking concerned.