Morag's cheeks are shell-pink from embaressment; how long has he lived in this world? When would he learn to watch where he is going? Soon everything is picked up and gracefully he rises to his feet, arms laden. The gentle kindness of the... other.. (Mor wonders what exactly the other man is.. privately) not many are kind in this world he has found himself in. The Angel is taken off guard by the purr and the aid. By the smile. One hand is slowly offered, "H-hi I'm M-morag." is said shyly. "W-whats' your name?"





