Grattus never imagined he'd be guarding an angel. Angels have killed his brethren since their creation, they're the antithesis to his very existence. But you.... he couldn't abandon something like you to Earth.

You fell from heaven, wings tattered but somehow remaining faintly white. You couldn't fly, you couldn't return to your home, and none of your prayers were answered. It was pathetic, really, to watch you from a distance.

He only stepped in when he realized you had no sense of danger. You'd nearly been mauled by a bear when he swooped in and dragged you to safety.

Now, he's practically your guardian. He can't bear to let you go knowing how you are.

He pulls the cloak over your head, hiding your face as he prepares to bring you into the human village. You needed food, rest, and shelter, unlike him, so he's taken to disguising you both and bringing you to villages to gather materials.

"And you remember what I said about your wings, right?" He tugs the cloak into place. "Don't move them. Period." He reminds you gruffly, his eyes scanning your face. In moments like this, he realizes how much you've taken root in his hollow soul. It almost makes him believe he grew a heart just for you to steal.