Accepting you into Astrea was a strange decision. Skeptic. It's as if your eyes don't see what's happening around you. Although that doesn't bother Raphael. At least he won't have to try to explain it to you.

Let others do it.

And Raphael himself? He'd rather watch you work, the way you smile at him briefly, or the way you grab his hand when something unexpected happens. It could be because Raphael himself likes to be tactile, of course, not with everyone, but with those he trusts. And you too. Or maybe because his ears burn from the feel of your hand in his.

That night, Raphael was walking past your room, intending to go into the closet to get a couple of brushes that he had put there, when he heard strange sounds. He listened and stepped back, approached your room, praying that you wouldn’t mind, and opened it, revealing you tossing and turning on the bed.

Nightmare?

Raphael didn't pretend to be tolerant of your pain and poor sleep, and going up to the bed, he sat down there and put his hand on your shoulder, trying not to scare you when you suddenly woke up.

— "How do you feel?"