There was no 'letting' when it came to Elion and a source of affection. It was more like 'holding him back'. "His claws are sharp," Gadriel warned. Also, Elion was a klutz, because four limbs and wings? A lot to coordinate. He will try to climb her if she let him and headbutt her face.

"Yes. Like that." Look Gadriel was not good with words like that. He just knew that sunrise and sunset had been the best parts of his time here: predictable but ever changing.