It was fairly obvious from the awkward angle at which it hung that Crowley's right wing had been broken in several places. Gabriel thought he should start there; even with the damage to the feathers so frighteningly extensive, the fractures were surely more painful. But before setting about locating the various breaks, Gabriel glanced critically at the demon's strained expression. Its stern lines spoke mostly of frustration, but there was perhaps some fear, some pain, masked beneath.

"Do you think you'll be all right if I use my powers for this, Crowley?" he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle to show he intended no offense. "I had to do quite a bit last time, and I know that must have been a strain... If you think it'd be best not to, there are other options."