"It is - all right. I knew you would ask." Jonas took off his trenchcoat, leaving it draped over a nearby chair. Saying you were an angel was one thing; proving it was another. Sometimes seeing really was believing, and he kneeled down to make sure he'd have enough room. Then, his wings appeared - pale gold and shimmering in the light, truly a thing of beauty. This was why he'd asked for privacy, because his secret could very well get him killed, and Jonas had been alive for too long to let things fall apart now. "We are angels, Telyn," he said, very softly. "I am. So is your grandmother. And your father was, as well."