Daisy looked up at the ceiling for a second, her hands folded across her body. "Well... I'm wearing a suit of strange, celestial armor," she said. "There's a helmet with it that I use sometimes when I need it. Besides the magic, the suit comes with a sword like mine, but bigger, a pair of short swords, some knives, and a pair of space pistols, and the tattoo on my back becomes almost like a secondary pair of wings." The celestial wolf smiled and closed her eyes. "I end up patrolling a lot of the galaxy on those nights. It's so peaceful, when there's no danger, and it's always beautiful." She opened her eyes again, seeming almost in a trance. "Sometimes, though, things threaten that peace. Very bad things. It's during those moments that celestial wolves get together and do what they can to either achieve a peaceful negotiation or drive these things back, keeping the stars safe. Normally, things go well. However..." Daisy shivered, her hand involuntarily touching her stomach close to her waistband. "There are times when battles get rough."