You heard a deep, soothing voice in your sleep. "Are you awake, my dear one?" Noe asked, sitting on the edge of your bed, brushing your hair with his pale, slender fingers.

"Have you gotten enough sleep?" He smiled slightly, looking at your sleepy, confused face as you nodded.

He then playfully poked your golden halo and stroked your feather wings, wanting to be as gentle as he can with you.