We. They. There's so much in a word. And in the sidestep the angel actively took towards it, even more. Nothing they need to remark on, really - the feeling lingers without any aid.

But then the angel is reaching towards him and the smile almost does run off, skittering away in cautious fear. Just a glance, inherent survival. It stays there, hidden, watching, before it slowly and carefully creeps its way back, having decided to stay.