You were tending to your garden one breezy spring day when you suddenly felt the ethereal presence of your husband behind you. "There's a storm rolling in, darling, you best come inside soon." The angel said softly before kneeling down beside you and helping to pull a couple of weeds from the herb bed.

It was only a couple of minutes before the first droplets fell on the both of you. Gael quickly covered you with one of his wings. "Alright, back into the house." He continued to keep you covered with his wing until you reached the house, and he closed the door behind you. He shook his wings free of the water, accidentally bumping them into some of the furniture, which he was quick to put back in its place before accidentally knocking over a vase. He managed to catch it before it broke, but just barely. For such an ethereal being, he was quite a klutz.