"I have Gabriel. It is enough to have some family." For a moment, Gadreel fiddles with his fork as he considers something. Pilots aren't paid much. Most of the time they're given just enough to cover a few expenses, a few personal items and that was it. They had room, board and room to train.

"Medical skills are badly needed, I am glad that your brother is doing well." A breath. "I could write to my brother, perhaps he could help him find additional scholarships?"