Raphael moved to sit beside him. He stretched a tiny wing to go around Dustfinger's shulder but it didn't quite make it. Oh well.

Sadly, Raphael felt the exact opposite, as if the manor could be his permanent home.

But then, he was an angel. An angel's home belonged in Heaven. Didn't it...?

"It sounds like we are both trying to find home," he said quietly. Dustfinger wanting to go back to his world, Raphael wanting to stay in this one. He perked up, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, would you like something to eat? Or drink? Tea perhaps or hot chocolate?"