He had protested. Oh Heaven had he protested. To watch over a mortal? Surely there was a better assignment he could do! But no, he found himself waiting at the mortal’s home, having been told that it is better to reveal yourself in private rather than public and make your charge look rather mad to the other’s. Not a good idea.
He sat on their sofa, or more so lounged, large black wings unfurled behind him. Not long now.