[His distinctive ears flatten against his long hair, which seems longer these days. He's closer to Mikleo's height now... though still shorter than the water seraph by an inch. Even with his adolescence nearly over, some things don't change; the baby fat on his cheeks, the way his eyes dart downward-- those are the same.]

I'm glad.

[He offers up the tray.]

I know seraphim do not eat, but I thought it might ease your heart a little. That is the role of hearty food, after all.