Regretfully, the angel shook his head. "She's gone, Loki."

He sat in silence for a while, musing over the child Bran and the angel Uriel. Probably kept on this 'little trip' with the Doctor... well.

"If it is any consolation whatsoever, you're welcome to call on me for help. My healing skills may not match those of Gabriel or Crowley, but I offer them, at least."

A consolation prize, Aziraphale thought, but the best he could feasibly do.

"Just let me know."