In truth, Jonas would have like to keep his wings out forever. To open the window and take off for the sky, reaffirming that connection with air that would always be there. He couldn't, though. Just because they were alone now didn't mean they'd stay that way. So, after a few moments, he tucked them back in again, standing back up and reaching over for his jacket. "Yes," he said. "Half angel. But you don't need to worry." He was here now, and like hell he'd let anything happen to her. His son was gone, yes. But his granddaughter lived, and that was worth more to Jonas than he could ever tell her.