"I'm an angel." Not a very good one, but he would remember that much when he grew up again. For now she didn't want to interrupt his tiny little happiness. She wanted him to have faith that he was good enough for an angel's love and affection, that seemed important. It seemed important for him as an adult, too. Although that was another one of those things they didn't talk about or even think about.
Anna reached the top of the stairs, feeling a bit winded, and wrapped her arms around him. "You are worthy, Fergus. Don't you pay any mind to what your Father says. You are worthy of love, and I'll give it to you." Whether you want it or not, because she sure as hell couldn't stop herself. She'd tried. And it hadn't worked, obviously.