In truth, the entire scene felt… warm, and homey. It was comfortably cosy—rather like his knitted vest. Gadriel couldn’t help basking in the sheer normalcy of it all. His mind drifted inevitably back to the early days. Things hadn’t always been rosy for him as a guardian angel, of course—but it was easier just now to remember the good parts, with families all gathered up around the hearth and children chasing each other around. Why, he wondered, were there so many Rules concerned with collecting virtue and so few concerned with collecting moments like this one?
