Anael

There was a very touched smile on Anael's lips when that word passed Robin's lips. Friend. It was a good thing to be called, especially by someone who might yet live many long years. Anael was thankful for every friend he had made, short-lived though some of them had been, but the luxury of a longer friendship (or the possibility of one) was still welcome.

"Disorienting how?" he asked, curiously. He would have expected the opposite.