She listens closely. Is this something he remembers? Does he know this from the books here? She's tempted to ask him. "I understand now, and you are welcome. I hope you can forgive my ignorance. I knew only that I resembled an angel, and that because someone told me..."

As it always does, her curiosity overtakes her. "May I ask how you know these things about angels?" she asks, interested in any potential avenues of knowledge.