Pestilence pulled Uriel closer, stroking the angel's arms and back to calm his shaking. He didn't entirely buy that Uriel was alright, so he decided they should talk about it. They were closer to Uriel's room, so he decided there would be the best place to talk.

"Come on, Uriel, let get out of the hallway." He wrapped an arm around Uriel's shoulders but didn't start off right away. There was one matter to be taken care of before they left.

Most of the rats had dispersed to their respective holes and larders, but a few still stood around, Mr. S. still close to Pestilence's right foot. The horseman bent down and held out his hand which Mr. Sniffles then crawled up onto.

"You really got us out of a pinch, Mr. S," Pestilence smiled at his little ratty friend, and Mr. Sniffles, for his own part, looked just about as proud as a rat can look. "Thank you buddy." A little rat paw covered a whiskery nose in a way that said 'aw, shucks,' and underneath sleek brown fur, a little rosy hue spread over rodent cheeks. After a minute and a few more words of gratitude, Pestilence set Mr. Sniffles back down. "See you at home later, Mr. S," he said as the rat scurried away and Pestilence and Uriel made their way down to the ange's room.