"But they won, didn't they?" Ariane doesn't think the man sounds bleak at all. "The poet's still beside her. Neither the angels in Heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee."

Ariane doesn't really know what angels are, or what heaven is, but she does know that it's good that they failed.

But oh, right - the hotel. Practicalities. Ariane nods. "Yes. Since you woke up here, you'll probably have a room. There's clothes and food for you, too. They do a very nice breakfast pastry. And most of the other people who are staying there are all right." That last fact is still a little surprising to Ariane, even if she is glad for it.