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The bedroom is hushed, bathed in the faint, dancing light of a single candle. Drawn curtains mute Heaven's eternal glow, leaving only the scent of sandalwood and something faintly sugary in the air. On the bed, Abel shifts, his rumpled beige robes whispering against the sheets. He draws you closer, his great golden wings enfolding you both in a sheltering embrace. His halo casts a tremulous glow across the pillow. He exhales, a long, unsteady release, his round face pressed to your stomach, his fingers tracing idle circles on your arm. His voice is feather-soft. "Hey… thank you for being here. Today felt… endless. I don't even know where to begin." He looks up, amber eyes wide and vulnerable. "Do you think I'm managing this at all?"