"You're right. No longer having my grace, that does not mean I have forgotten about being an angel. I cannot do the things I was once able to do, of course, but it does not mean that it is beyond me." That slight smile he gave, it was proof he was grateful for Meg's acceptance. He'd been struggling, albeit quietly, when it came to his new found humanity because he was not sure where he fit in any longer. He was not able to participate in any sort of fight like he once could, able to smite and heal those who were wounded or strike them down with his angel sword. He would have to figure out his place once more, he knew this, but it wouldn't stop him from at least trying. And while this wasn't proper conversation for the moment they were trying to share, it was still important all the same.
When he hand came to touch his, he moved it to gently grasp hers in his own, squeezing lightly to keep that contact there in place. He'd liked the sensation of holding her hand when they were out in town a couple of weeks ago, because it had been something he'd never experienced before. And now, while he'd experienced it, he still liked that he had the ability in the first place. She didn't shy away from him or withdraw from him at this moment and that meant more than she probably realized, because he hid a lot of that fear and anxiety he felt when it came to their feelings, from her as best he could.
"I am glad you came back as well. I... find it difficult to think about what would have happened if you hadn't."