[When Yukiko had talked about her Angel, Eleanor hadn't precisely...dismissed it...but she hadn't really been terribly fair either, had she. And here was Yukiko being so understanding, so fast. Admittedly Eleanor's worries were a bit more intense, but still.]
...What does that feel like, anyway? Your uh...guardian angel.
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...What does that feel like, anyway? Your uh...guardian angel.