"Thank you," the waitress offered as she took Salathiel's hand to pull her up. Maeve seemed more stable now, but in reality, she was a bundle of nerves. The whole process had shaken her again - it had been very intense - and somehow, something was different. It was something she didn't quite understand, but it was there, an odd sensation, almost a premonition. There was also a stirring of certain... feelings that also threw her off kilter a bit. And so she started thinking, trying to make sense of the situation. She was coming to terms with the idea that she had just kissed an angel, and somehow, she thought that there might be consequences to that.<br/><br/>Turning to the angel, she asked politely, "Maybe you can watch over my mother tonight? At least for an hour or so? The hospital's closed to visitors of course, but I guess you've got to be able to find a way in with your powers and all, Salathiel."