[ He doesn't need to do that. She's fine, she's got legs - hell, she's got wing, but she lets him anyway. Lets him bring her to the room, set her on the bed, doesn't even fuss a little. Waits until she's settled, he's settled and- there, there's that smile. The one she's been hanging out to see more than she'd actually realised. ]

Well. Couldn't leave you hanging, could I?

[ She can't help but wonder vaguely if he gets it yet, if he's put the pieces together. Surely he can't have come to the right conclusion, but he's got to have theories, right? Acknowledging the existence of angels means acknowledging the existence of a lot of other stuff too - it's not easy, but she wonders all the same.

She'll tell him. Soon. When the time is right. For now she'll just touch his cheek lightly, almost like she can't quite believe he's actually there, she's actually here and it's not some hallucinated mind game. ]

...I can't remember. Don't know what happened. Whatever, whoever did it, they clean up their mess.