An unexpected feeling flowed through Nicholas when Eliana took his hand.  Although he couldn’t quite define it, the sensation was warm and comforting.  Unlike Sebastian, who usually handled him quite roughly, the angel’s touch seemed gentle -- as light as being brushed by one of her feathery wings.  “Thank you,” Nicholas whispered as she guided his hand to her stomach.  He was glad that she wasn’t angry at him.  Smiling, he went back to washing her, enjoying the task a great deal.<br/><br/>“Sure,” Nicholas answered, after Eliana requested grapes for her next meal.  “You can have whatever you want.  I mean, as long as I can buy it at the supermarket or cook it.  I’m a pretty good cook.  At least, Sebastian thinks I am, and he’s a picky eater.”<br/><br/>Nicholas bit his lip, aware that he’d started rambling.  It was just that he didn’t usually have anyone to talk to.  Tilting his head, he watched Eliana’s hair float through the water as it chased after her fingers.  She was so beautiful.  He could hardly believe that he was in the company of an actual angel.  “What’s heaven like?” he asked after a little bit.  “Is it nice?”