Gabriel nodded, making no comment. Crowley seemed no less tense after the healing, though perhaps that was in part because, despite his efforts, the demon's wings had not been completely restored.

"I'm not sure about the feathers," he admitted after a moment; and indeed, while he had seen angels lose patches of feathers in fights and other such circumstances, he had never been witness to such extensive damage. There were very few of the sleek black feathers left, and most of Crowley's wings were covered in nothing more than wan skin, so thin in places that one could see every detail of the maze of capillaries beneath. "I don't think either of us could replace all of them. Not in one sitting, anyway."

It was a delicate issue, and he waited for Crowley's input on how to continue - no matter how insulting the delivery might prove to.