Anael understood the words, of course, speaking every language of Men as he did. But he also understood at least some of what they meant to Sunny, from the complex mire of emotions that twisted inside her as she said them.

But he said nothing, and let her show him into her flat, looking around curiously. It was small, and full of things, of life, her life, displayed on the walls as much as it lay on her kitchen table. At her words, he turned back to face her with a small, fond smile. "Thank you." He held a hand out to her. "I believe curling up together was mentioned." He wanted to hold her, and make her feel better if he could.