"Oh," says Aziraphale, a little startled by the vehemence of Nikolaos' denial, though he realizes he shouldn't be. "No, of course, you're right. You're all Melanie." He smiles at the two of them, how sweet they are.

"Might just be a human thing," Orisa offers.

"Well, whatever the reason," says Aziraphale, running a hand absentmindedly along her scaly body. She hisses softly in pleasure, and it does make him feel better, he notes. "It's good that he's here and can protect you. These woods are a terrible place to be alone, even if there isn't actually anything out there. Though I'm not sure of that, one way or the other."

He lifts his head and scans their surroundings, still feeling a bit paranoid. "Do you want to explore?" he asks the committee. "Or just rest a while?"