Death fleered at Arvia’s reaction, even if she doesn’t seem scared, he’s keeping a few tricks up his wispy sleeves towards her anyways, after all…he’s well-aware of what he’s doing…
So, he floated upward to the top of the boxes, his blue eye hue flickered from his left socket, and proceed to levitating a few boxes directly from his sight. His hand formulating of blue magic, moving his arm and hand to his right gently, commanding it to his will, as the boxes follows before him, the magic encasing it protectively. He then moved his hand upward, above his head, as it follows his direction once more, until it stops, remaining at its position.
Then finally, he floated downward next to Arvia originally, dragging the boxes, as it moved down and stopped midway, when he started to leaned back. Plus, it may have cause his hood to slide off from his cranium. His free hand was now resting on the back of his head, while maintaining blue magic with his other hand.
“Well that sounds like a personal problem there, sweetheart. I pity you for being such a disappointment from that absentminded brain of yours, leading to your downfall on your terms. heh.“ Death tutted, focusing onto her with his only light.
Yet, he already assist the mortal on the boxes anyways, it’s better than going about on his job to reap SOULs…so he could say in assumption that it was a…temporary break. Still, it is strange that he cerebrate on such feelings, such care for the kid.
“Let me guess, another of those errand runs from Al, I suppose?” He inquired.