[Michael doesn't advance on the angry woman yet, the only friend who's seen her at her most vulnerable. Nor does the angel take the easy way out of this and try to force sleep on Mary. Instead she watches those soundless lips form words, knowing exactly what words are being said.]

Please, let me care for you. I know you're angry, frustrated and weary and not just from what happened on those hunting grounds. Every day in this world is a struggle - seeing your children all grown up, how John has changed over these years, losing them and getting them back only to realize that they don't remember, fearing for their safety but hoping...hoping that they'd come for you, that they'd save you and everything would just be okay. You look into their eyes and you see them worry for you, see that they'd move Heaven and Hell to keep you safe if they could but know that you're their mother and you should be the one protecting them from the horrors of the world.

[She steps closer now, a hand extended to brush fingers gently over Mary's cheek.] You feel as if you're a mother to everyone you speak to, someone who will worry about the strangers not yet your friend and it's as if you're carrying that all on your own.

Angels are watching over you, Mary. And it's time to sleep. [There's a gentle and reassuring smile on Michael's face, probably the first one she's smiled in a long time.]