[ Weird but nice, right, Michael? He doesn't pull away, and so Aziraphale leaves his hand where it is. ]

It is a trial, isn't it? I thought I was dying, before I realized I just needed to sleep.

[ Strangely, he can't quite remember now just what had happened between being convinced of his imminent death and waking up rested and refreshed. He'd told someone, he's sure, but...well, it really doesn't matter now, does it?

He looks up at Michael, eyes wide with worry. ]

It seems terribly dangerous, having something like that somewhere where the humans could see it. I do hope no one else saw what you did.