"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm half and half, that I'm only twenty-two, or that I didn't have much guidance when I was given my Grace, before I was kidnapped by this place." She was learning as she went. On her own. Which wasn't so bad. Hope wasn't much of an extrovert, she didn't much care for people. "With an exception of what Uncle Gabriel put in my head, as far as history, understanding prayers, and the multitude of languages, dead and otherwise."
She brought her little white wings out of their hiding place. "There's also these tiny things." They weren't the gigantic elegant feathered appendages that her uncles had. Short, white, and shameful.