Mictain withdrew himself from the sweetness that was Raphael. The angel immediately fell into deep sleep, apparently exhausted. The demon smiled briefly, then frowned as he noticed blood where it shouldn't have been. With a thought he cleaned it away -- as well as ny other fluids -- and then set on to healing the angel. Sure, he had never been too good at healing others, but he could do something at least. This was Raphael; he had to do something at least. Therefore he concentrated as best as he could, healing what damage he'd done on the healer to the best of his abilities.

Finally he was satisfied that Raphael would be okay. Now, there was the problem of what to do next. Fortunately his by now mostly vacated mind didn't have to make the decision by itself as his body appeared to be acting pretty much on his own. He wrapped his arms around Raphael's slender form, drawing the angel partly on top of himself, and closed his eyes, listening to the beating of Raphael's heart, enjoying the warmth radiating from the smaller body. And, little by little, he fell asleep.