Although Auvrea percieved humans as being destructive and idiotic she had forgotten about the raw passion that these creatures had. Like when Mozart worte his first piece, or the first painting Da Vinci ever painted. Humans had such Passion for what they did. They practically radiated love.
She sniffed, wiping her eyes she laid her head on his shoulder. For too long had she walked the Earth alone. "An Angel I may be, but we work, we live alone." She never liked to admit it. But it was true. She had longed to cut off her hair, become a common person, but from eternity to mortality is a big fall. A fall she didn't think she would survive.