Molly watched as he stood, uncertain for a moment just what he was doing. Was he leaving? Just like that? Briefly she wondered if she'd upset him by guessing that he was an angel. She hoped not.
Then he turned toward her and she realized, with a start, what he was intending. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes widening as she perched on the edge of the bench in anticipation. She wasn't sure what to expect but she knew it was going to be amazing.
As it turned out, it was even better than what she'd thought it might be. The sight of his wings - even just the shadows of them - was completely and utterly indescribable to the normally verbose girl. And when he put them away and returned to sit beside her, for a brief moment she could only stare at him in complete and utter awe.
Finally, though, she found her voice again. It was somewhat shaky as she murmured, "That was..." She shook her head, unable to find a word that worked. 'Amazing' just didn't come close. So instead, she asked, "Your grace? You mean... what makes you an angel?" It had been a while since Molly had stepped foot in a Christian church but she thought that was what it meant.