Aziraphale realised he had misspoken from the look on Raphael's face, and so he reached out and gently but firmly pressed the older angel's shoulders. "I was jesting, dear," he said softly. "The two of them are just fussing and arguing over how best to deal with my situation, that's all. I take it, however, that you know all too well how much they can fuss... My dear Raphael, can you please tell me what happened to you?"