Logically, Molly knew that he could be lying. He could just be some crazy person who was saying all of this stuff but none of it was true. He could also be a bad guy, just saying these things to put her at ease and make her feel that she could trust him.
Yet she didn't think any of that was the case. No, as she sat there, studying him for a long moment after he'd confirmed what she'd suspected, Molly decided that he was telling the truth. And as most children were capable of, even ones who had been through the things she had and seen the darker, more jaded side of humanity, she accepted his truth at face value.
The corners of her mouth turned upward as she smiled slightly at him, shifting a bit on the bench so she was sitting a bit straighter. Most adults in her situation might ask something existential. Something about God. Creation. Heaven and Hell. Anything to shed further light on the mystery that always surrounds the faith of religion.
Molly, however, just asked quite simply, and with the wonder and open curiosity only children are capable of expressing, "Do you have wings?"