Oh, that is so much better. And a change comes over her immediately as well; the moment she's standing in the sun, the stress and pain and lingering fear seem to just melt away, and she's stretching and bathing in it like it's a shower, so much so that it almost seems indecent to watch, and he turns away sheepishly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

He blinks up at her when she addresses him and smiles brightly. "Hello," he says, and, Heaven help him, blushes and waves a dismissive hand when she offers thanks. Tsk, tsk, Aziraphale. Pride hidden behind sheepish modesty is still very much pride. "Think nothing of it. Least I could do. Glad to see you've come through it all right."

He peers at her for a moment. There is something odd about this one. A certified witch, maybe? "Quite impressive, really." He adjusts his glasses and leans back. "Sorry, we didn't exactly have a moment for introductions what with all... that. Aziraphale. Angel, as you might have noticed."