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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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[contract_star]

[To Chris, voice slightly strained from lack of air,] Did you know he could do that?

[ghostlighter]

[Hesitance! Eventually, he half-nods, half-shrugs.] Well, yeah, but... He can do a lot of things.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[Barely managing to sit up on his own] Now don't waste your energy Crowley. I can heal myself, just...give me a moment.

[contract_star]

[Faint sigh, and he shifts Henrietta off of him, gently.] Whatever. It's over.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Thud. She starts to drift off again, and then jerks awake.] Please don't be mad at him, signore...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ldjsask] Signore..! Are you... Ah! Oh... are you okay?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley shifts his weight down to his knees and snakes an arm around the angel's shoulders to support him, and presses the fingers of his other hand lightly to Aziraphale's forehead]

Don't worry, you'll have to do plenty of this on your own as it is.

[ghostlighter]

You're right. It's over. [He glances over to Henrietta.] I think it's a little late to get mad anyway.

[contract_star]

I'm just glad you're alright. [Watches Henrietta a moment.] Henrietta, it's okay. You can sleep.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks up for a moment from where he's supporting Aziraphale]

He'll be fine, just a bit knocked around.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

N-no... It's... okay...I'm not tired... [Sort of.. leaning on Hei.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course. Just a bit tired, nothing to worry about.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris sighs and just... sits down nearby, leaning back a little and looking out into the stars. He seems a bit disturbed, and.. melancholy.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[The angel can't help but lean against him, even as he frowns]

You're not hurt again, are you? I healed you only a few hours ago.

[contract_star]

[Trying to hold her up and just sort of staring out into space as well.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's jaw tightens, but he shakes his head.]

No, I'm just not as good at this as you. Haven't been for quite a while, really.

[Nevertheless he proceeds to channel energy through his hand toward healing Aziraphale's head injury, sparing just enough so that he can reach out and heal the angel's wing a moment later.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Rubs her eyes.] Ah... signore Hei... Chris's brother... [She wants to ask what he's like...so tired...guh...]

[ghostlighter]

[Chris's eyes widen almost immediately, and he looks at Henrietta in alarm. He was really hoping the discrepancies in stories wouldn't meet each other like that.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

S... my...fault again...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

He threw you... [Right? That was what happened, wasn't it? @-@]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[For the first time in his life, Aziraphale can see the temptation in sleep. He can't remember the last time he's used up this much energy, not at one time. Even having such small injuries healed was exhausting]

You did, didn't you? Let me see....

[contract_star]

Brother? [Pointed look at Chris.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

The thing... he said it was... [Her head bobs forward and she jerks awake again.]

[ghostlighter]

[Chris groans and tips his head forward. After a moment, he pulls it back up and looks back at Hei.] My brother. That... gloopy thing. [Put the pieces together, genius.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[And if the effort was exhausting for Aziraphale, it was more so for the demon. He hadn't been lying—healing never came as easily for him as it did for the angel. Not any more.]

[With a sigh, he reaches up and slides the sunglasses off, revealing a face pale from exertion and an eye turning a nasty grey colour]

See? It's nothing.