When Nathan opened the door, Annie's gaze went from the doorknob that she'd been studying quite intently to the man standing there. A hint of a smile crossed her face as she stopped petting Bunny and simply stood for a moment. When she heard the question inside her mind, she gave a shake of her head in reply before reaching into her pocket.
Slowly, the girl withdrew the worn and slightly frayed document. Once more her gaze met Nathan's as she handed it over. "A-Angel's," she murmured solomnly. "For 'athan." Her lips quirked into another ghost of a smile, laced with pride that she'd delivered her message appropriately. Just as she'd been asked to do, all that time ago.