Raphael took the brush and started at the face, gently combing the fur around her nose and cheeks, careful not to let the bristles catch in her eyes. He worked his way down her back, her arms, her chest... As he worked he began to softly sing in the Angelic Tongue, the sort of lullabye he used to sing when he would carefully groom another angel's wings. There was something... calming about being groomed. When Rose had combed her fingers through his feathers he had felt like he was going to melt into a happy puddle of goo.

"When I used to heal angels," he began quietly, gently working her hind leg. "I used to groom their wings when they would be too scared to let me help them. It was, I suppose, a risky thing especially considering many of them were close to dying right there, but I found sometimes it was enough. Just a minute with the wings and I could heal as they relaxed."