"I told Michael and Ms Hodges I'd be back by noon. I don't go back on my word either, you know. I'm sorry." Gabriel continued to rub soothingly.

He was overjoyed and thankful that Raphael was recovering, but he was also a little wary; the last time he'd though his brother was recovering, Raphael had cut his wings off. The Messenger was still going to keep a close eye on him. "I think we have a little time, though. Do you want to stay here or get a drink?"