Were she able to blush, her face would be bright red, but, as she is a snake-blooded creature, only her squirming and thoughts betray her. "I... will keep that in mind, sir." She trembles, slightly, then finally comes close to meeting his eyes. "Srakiss," she says, softly.<br/><br/>"Come... come in," the angel says, her voice cracking with emotion; he'll find her sitting on the edge of the bed, still clutching the letter in her hands, careful not to rip the fragile paper to pieces. Her eyes are red and puffy, fresh tracks of tears on her cheeks, but she seems to have composed herself, somewhat.