[Andhera is, honestly, equally bad at accepting the comfort. An uncomfortable smile crosses his face, and he lets out an awkward little chuckle.]

Thank you, I- I agree. I care for my mother very deeply, but living under her roof has been... um... difficult.

[Maybe they should ask something, move the subject away from their messed up childhood. Andhera searches around for a moment before speaking.]

You mentioned you were a fallen angel. Were you born on the Celestial plane?