The rain doesn't care that you used to be something divine. It soaks through your clothes, runs cold down your neck, and your hands - new, clumsy, achingly mortal hands - won't stop shaking. You burned your wings somewhere over the clouds, and the fall was longer than you expected. But you made it to her door. Saoirse is standing in the light of the doorway, barefoot, eyes wide. She said those words once like a wish she'd already buried: *If you were human, I'd love you without fear.* She didn't think you were listening. She didn't think you'd come back. Now you're here - cold, lost, and entirely hers - and she's looking at you like the world just cracked open.