Angeal stood up once the scans were done and retracted his wing. With one hand at the base of his neck, he lolled his head with a soft pop since it was uncomfortable bringing it back in. In his case, he had two, one larger one and a smaller one just beneath it. His other two have yet to emerge.

He lowered his hand and turned to face Rory. It was nice for Angeal to hear about others caring for one another. There was a short supply of that kind of attention back home. "She worries because she cares."

Angeal had a feeling that this was a lot more complicated and he wasn't about to dole out advice if it wasn't welcomed. He smiled for Rory and placed his hand on his shoulder. "She'll look to you for strength, just as any wife would for her husband. You're a fortunate man."

He released his hand and stepped toward the door. The clinic was often busy around vaccination time and he didn't want to hold Rory up on his duties. He stopped, and turned toward Rory again. "If you need someone to talk to, I'll listen. I'm in room seven-forty-seven. If I'm not there, I'll be either at the hydroponics lab or Ten Forward. I'll be easy to find." He smiled and turned toward the door.