"I'll see to it," he agrees, because even though he's generally indifferent to food, if it matters enough to Kevin to request, then it counts as part of taking care of him.

"Sweet dreams," he adds, turning off the light with a flick of his fingers and walking out of the room. There's more to the words than just rote well-wishing: Zachariel, once, as the angel of dreams. And if necessary he will watch over Kevin there, too. The boy has nightmares ahead of him, no doubt, but he will not have to face them tonight.