"It's your home. Isn't it?" She lifted her chin and met his gaze with a soft smile. "It's alright. Nothing bad will happen to you. I don't want that. I'm afraid that I can't tell you why I am here but it might be for nothing at all."

The wind picks up and the young angel lifts her hand into the air to catch a daisy as it flew towards her. "While I am here. You're welcome to call on me. I might not be able to help but I try too." She pinched the stem of the flower between her thumb and forefinger and idly spun it.

She didn't lie but it wasn't because she couldn't. That was simply how she was and what she believed. There was good in everyone, it didn't matter what race you were.