Ellie let Aziraphale cling and cry, struck by the surreal quality of the situation, but willing to play this role for him if it would help. It had been a long time since she'd had a double armful of golden-haired angel, she thought, a pang of old grief rising for a moment to echo this new one that burdened her friend.

"Shush, now. I don't need anything," she murmured when he had collected himself, pushing the library door open and tugging him gently inside. "But you should. You'll feel better. Come sit down and tell me about it."