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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[They appear on the Plane looking rather worse for the wear. Chris, Hei and Henrietta are sopping wet, while Crowley and Aziraphale appear to be dry. Hei is moving forward as if he was charging at something, Henrietta is falling from about six feet in the air, and Aziraphale is slumped over, blood trickling from his head. Hei keeps going when he sees Henrietta falling and ninja-catches her, falling onto his back in the process with a thud.]

Wha– Wyatt was just– [Chris glances around in askance of the others.] What just happened?

[Crowley looks around as well, the relief on his face apparent. He drops the length of lead pipe he's been holding and turns, crouching down next to the dazed angel.] Aziraphale?

[Aziraphale looks as dazed as before, though he's slowly coming back to his senses. He's aware enough to feel the pain now, and can't help but wince and cradle his head.] That really was unnecessary of him...

[Henrietta twitches and rubs her eyes.] Si...signore?!

[Hei is finding it hard to breathe under Henrietta's weight.] Alright, Henrietta?

Yes, but... what happened? [She does not realize this.]

... Is it over? Just like that? [Before anyone can answer, Chris disappears from the Plane... and reappears mere moments later.] It's over. Whatever that was... it looks like things are back to normal.

[Crowley places his hands over Aziraphale's, focused more on healing the angel's injuries than what the others are up to at the moment.]

[Henrietta tries to sit up, and gives up after a moment.] I feel funny.

[Hei makes a vague "urgghk" sound.] Wyatt put you to sleep or something.

Probably temporarily sapped her energy. It'll come back.

[Henrietta almost falls asleep in the middle of Chris's explanation, but then jerks awake again.] Oh... so... what now?

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[exensis.livejournal.com]

[annoyed] I would rather it not get to that point before you decided to do so!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head again, slowly.]

If they gain access to the Plane...I don't see what either you or I can do. And if they've seen her, they've seen you.

It might be safest to just steer clear of me until I get this straightened out.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

If they do have access to the Plane, it might be a bit late for that, don't you think Crowley?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He just takes another drink of coffee—he doesn't have a decent answer for that.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[He sighs but doesn't say anything else, sipping at his own mug]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

How's the...er. [He gestures vaguely to his head and behind one shoulder to a wing, indicating the areas where Aziraphale had been wounded.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's fine. Healed as I slept, actually. And your eye?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Fine enough. I can see out of it, which is more than I'd have been able to say otherwise.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Would you like me to heal it properly, then?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley waves a hand dismissively]

You've already done enough, there's no need. As long as I don't look like a prizefighter it's fine.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[eye roll, and then he's leaning forward again, nudging the sunglasses out of the way so that he can see, and heal, the eye properly]

I've rested enough; a small thing like this is no problem.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley frowns and puts a hand on Aziraphale's wrist, though he doesn't exert any effort to prevent the angel from actually healing him.]

Stop fussing about it.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

I could tell you the same thing. I have more than enough energy to heal a simple injury like that, you know.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]

I swear, if he does it again I'm going to... [frown]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

You could try and avoid him.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I have been. I was looking for you and Henrietta.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

I suppose he blamed you for what happened to her? [sighs] It's getting rather bothersome to have to clean up after your grudges, you know...

[Not that this means he'll stop, but that's not the point]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Actually it had more to do with that stupid creation of his. The therapy...thing.

[a half shrug]

Nothing says you have to. I've managed before.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

I hope you don't expect me to simply sit back and let you heal yourself.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...okay this is awkward. Instead of answering, he drains the last of his mug and manoeuvres around the angel to refill it.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[He sighs but moves out of Crowley's way, still sipping at his own drink]