Adam nodded faintly as he watched her storm out. Everyone was accounted for now. Mictain would be taken care of by War, Uriel was in the care of Wednesday and between him and Gabriel they should be able to keep an eye on Raphael. He sagged in the chair and rubbed his aching temples. Figuring he should try to get some sleep while he could, Adam stood shakily and walked back to his own room.