She should just leave now, she wasn't dressed to be seen by an Angel. What does one dress when in the presence of someone as close to the LORD as Gabriel is? A simple pair of denim jeans that looked about two sizes too big, hung off her frame. A worn in, well-loved red hoodie replaced the red head covering from biblical times. A simple pair of worn in sneakers completed the ensemble.
Hands dropped to her sides the moment the door opened. Compared to Gabriel, Mary was so tiny and timid. Just another reminder of how she was not graced with the divinity that he held. Head lifted a moment or two after his stare was focused on her. The gentle touch to her jaw forced her to lift her head completely up to him, those eyes wide in awe and wonder as she remained silent. Part of her wanted to cry, another wanted to look away but for the life of her she couldn't.
Eyes closed in great relief as his other arm parted to welcome her into an embrace. Was this what it was like to be touched by an angel? It was calm, gentle, and soothing on her mind, body and soul. Head tilted into that touch against her face, as she memorized it and the warmth it placed in her heart. Arms didn't dare leave her sides, but she instead just allowed him to envelope her in an embrace. Voice escaped her and she just remained silent.