Rose nodded to Mr. Russell and Belial, still stroking Raphael's tiny wings. The soft feathers reminded her a lot of the soft fur on a pup's belly and she began to softly tickle the wings, smiling when they flapped out of her grasp for a moment, only to be pressed back into it.

She stroked and groomed the wings for a bit longer before she let her hands stray to Raphael's back between and around the wings, carefully, tentatively stroking the sensitive skin there. Rose was watching and feeling for her friend's reaction, prepared to go back to stroking his wings if he gave her a sign that backrubbing wasn't welcome.