Samandriel lifted his head up to look at her, studying her carefully. "I know," he whispered, "but it's one of the few gifts I can give you if you wanted it. It's...on the table indefinitely. Angels...can't forget. No matter how much we might want to, we remember everything. Ten thousand years from now, I'll still be able to describe exactly how this moment feels." He smiled, though it was a broken, exhausted thing. "That's my burden to bear. Always."
He stood up again. "I think we can be, but I that's up to you to decide when you're ready." He took a deep breath and stretched. "You have my phone number." But she was well aware of alternate means of getting a hold of him if she needed him. "Friendship is always open to you from my end."