"She's not your pet!" says Orisa angrily; she rests her head on Aziraphale's shoulder, too weak to raise it herself. "She's part of you. Your internal self. That's why you share thought and being, why you can feel each other's agony. He didn't do anything to her, it was my decision, because you were hurting him."

"Orisa, please," says Aziraphale in mild embarrassment, stroking her back in an effort to calm her down.

"I'm not poisonous," Orisa goes on stubbornly. "She'll be fine."