Angel woke slowly. She still couldn't quite get her head around the fact that Danny and the kids were here. He still hadn't seen her undressed yet, so she'd managed to hide her other scars, even if the ones on her wrists freaked Danny out and she carefully covered them up when the kids were around.
Angel reached out and stroked Danny's hair, still dark, but streaked with grey now, just like hers. She kept herself from touching him too much when the children were around, but when they were alone she could barely stop touching him, almost to prove he was there.
She'd also decided to keep some things back from him when she realised how much what she had told him upset him. The two attempted rapes and the violent mugging that had come with the part of the trip where she'd had to walk alone. The fact she'd had to keep her hair tied in a tight bun to keep it short enough that it couldn't be grabbed, but none of that mattered now. They were together and alive and that made it worthwhile.