There is a soft smile at her reaction - the gods, no as if she is not a goddess herself. Wrath does know she does not fully feel like one but she does feel mortal. It is in the guilt that she has. It is in the wonderful work she does in the kitchens and the kindness she shows to others, but there is Fury within her as well.

It is a difficult path to travel, and it is not one he can relate to, advise her on - though... perhaps. It has been some time since he thought of being the angel version of himself. It is not something he likes to speak of, and the experience is so different.

Still there is technically two versions of himself, but the navigation is such a different- such a different and less clear-cut version here for her with the curse having stolen so much, with the two sides merging. His gaze falls to the wonderful warmth of her hand as she touches him with such fondness, such softness.

"Mm. The accommodations certainly leave a great deal to be desired..."