Hey, a couch is a couch, right? It's nice to just have something to lay on that isn't a bed... or, you know. The floor. So Angeal delicately lays her on it, minding just how her body rests against fabric, before gently patting her shoulder.

Always the people pleasing problem. "If you want, while I'm cleaning things up, you can tell me about plans for when the weather eases up. Get rid of all these damned cold storms. And I'll be right here, alright?"