Ambriel's lips quirk slightly. Of course one of the first beings met here would be someone who can see a wound on an angel, and probably guess why said angel would be sent to Milliways.

"No. Thank you." Ambriel sits. "Forgive me; I do recognize you as family." The word rings with a strange, bell like tone, as Milliways' translation trips over itself and offers something like sisterbrothercousinotherself. "But I do not know your name."