"It's quite all right, I have an umbrella," Aziraphale said slightly uncomfortably, still avoiding the Metatron's curious gaze.

He popped it open - black, of course; he was British - and held it gallantly over her, allowing Ellie to step out into the rain without a drop on her.

"I'm so sorry," he blurted, once he was sure the Metatron was no longer looking. "You've been so kind, my dear, you really have, but I thought if it's only temporary then it wouldn't matter if I left for a short while. Got out from under your feet and went a bit independent for a time."