That breath he takes has her leaning more of her weight on him, head on his shoulder as they watch the next scene of the dance in slow motion, knowing him well by now. He'd remembered something. The centering breaths she'd taught him were perfected by actual monks, later in his life, and it works so much smoother for him now. Just one inhale, one exhale. She's glad for that, as well. For all the ways he's improved and walked forward.

"Mm, I can wrap my mind about it as well, much as I wish he would find kindness for himself. You'd written your feelings about him to me before. I'm glad that he's allowing you in, in return, and beginning to accept your feelings. I've tried to be here for him myself."

It wasn't an easy thing to do, but she had already seen how much pain and grief he had been through over the years, and with no knowledge of the other side and no one to help him... She understood enough to let Genji's forgiveness soothe her own ire, and allow herself to continue the tentative friendship they'd began when they first met. She knew he was a man who was suffering from the very moment she saw him, and then he'd shown her other sides of himself along the way, trusted in her— she couldn't help but want to return that trust.

Angela would never turn him away. This is her way of letting Genji know she'd already experienced his worse behaviors and that she would be helping him, too. Hanzo, and Genji, would never be alone in this.