As Raphael didn't seem to be about to wake up, Michael sighed a bit. He then made to gather the other archangel into his arms. If Raphael wouldn't wake up, at least Michael would get him inside where he could sleep in peace.

"Oh, be quiet," he said to the barking dog. "Either lie still or hop down; I'm going to take your master inside."

Frankie appeared to think for a moment. Then it jumped away from its master's chest. Michael stood up, holding Raphael securely in his arms exactly like the previous times. Frankie walked beside him towards the Manor.

Michael made his way to the door of his room. Once ther,e he miracled the door open and walked in. Gnetly he placed Rapael down n the bed, making sure he was comfortable. After thinking for a moment he carefully spread a blanket over the sleeping healer.

"Sleep well, Raphael," he murmured, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the other's clear forehead. "Pleasant dreams, my love."