Danyeal could tell that she was just as apprehensive of their meeting as he was, and strangely that eased his mind just a bit. She certainly wasn't repelled by his presence as her soft smile evidenced, and she did at least show him the courtesy of holding a polite conversation. Perhaps this wouldn't be quite as difficult as he originally thought. He made mental notes of her every word as he took in the sight of her form from his seat by her bed. The sunlight licked at the delicate curvature of her jawline and even though she was clothed in the garish attire of a hospital gown he could tell that her body was a work of art crafted by his Father's deft hand. His pulse quickened unexpectedly as it dawned on him that he was admiring her for being a woman and not merely another human.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat a bit more audibly than he intended, he reached over to the lunch tray that had been set aside just a moment ago. Lifting the lid released a mixture of aromas into the otherwise sterile air of the room they occupied. Upon the white ceramic plate sat a grilled chicken breast that had been seasoned with salt, pepper, and a hint of garlic. There was a side helping of mashed potatoes with a generous gob of butter melting atop the pile and a tiny glass bowl of some jiggling red concoction he knew to be called Jello. "Well as I said Miss Evans, I thought I would bring you a celebratory meal to congratulate you for being discharged tomorrow."<br/><br/>Of course he knew that she was only being released because there was little else the doctors could do for her, but he understood that bringing up such sorrowful news would only destroy what little rapport they had. That and he didn't want to be the one responsible for causing her suddenly brightened mood to be overtaken by the shadows of her circumstances. Danyeal had the power to heal her, all he would have to do was reach out and touch her with divine intent. However, that was not a part of his mission and as much as it pained his own heart to leave her in such a deteriorating state he would follow his orders.<br/><br/>"I just realized that we haven't been properly introduced," he said as he held out a hand awkwardly. The angel knew of human customs, but actively participating in them was still quite new. He only hoped that his inexperienced nature would not show through too much. "My name is Danye...Danny." He paused for the briefest of moments as he almost spoke his true name, and while there were thousands upon thousands of Daniels upon the mortal plane, the particular inflection of his own could lead to questions that he had no answers for. Certainly he could lie to her, and he was sure that he would probably have to for at least a short amount of time, but he was only now getting used to the simplest conversations. Walking the razor's edge between truth and falsehoods was a task he wanted to avoid for as long as he could. "What would your name be?" He already knew her name to be Kimberly from his few days of previous research, but he figured it was only proper to allow her to give her own introduction if she so wished.<br/><br/>Once she had answered in kind he decided that the next logical step would be to begin the courtship as soon as possible. Not only was her time limited, but so was his and he needed to move things along if he was to wed this woman. "I hope that I'm not being too forward Kimberly, but may I take you out on a date? Once you are out of this dreadful place of course." He swallowed at the lump that had formed in his throat, unsure of what exactly he was feeling. Was this what human beings called nervousness, and if so what other emotions would he become stricken with during his time among them? The answer to that question was one he was not privy to, but he was fully aware of the weight that seemed to appear in the pit of his stomach as he waited to hear what she would say.