Raphael looked up from writing in his Journal, setting it aside and moving closer to the being. He himself didn't look much better- blood stained wings, jagged haircut and clothes in as bad a shape as his skin- but he gave a gentle smile, hoping it would be reassuring.

"No. Not dead," he replied. He placed a cup of water in his hands, clasping it in his own so he wouldn't drop it. "Here, drink this. You're dehydrated."