She was rifling through her drawers before pulling out a pair of striped pajamas. "Here. Put these on, okay?" she said, offering them to him.
She rubbed his back slowly, her fingers brushing through his feathers and his hair comfortingly. "They just don't understand," she said quietly in his ear. "They don't know how to act."
She was quiet for a moment. "Because for them, it is, Sariel. That's all they know of you, and so it becomes you, in their eyes. They don't know how funny or how kind you are. They just know you're an angel. It doesn't say anything about who you really are."