In this case, injuries notwithstanding, the need for a rest was perfectly psychological. Gabe's Master had said 'feed your heart'. What better way than to sit down and have a cup of tea with some friends? Gabe followed the psychic inside, beaming to himself despite the fact that, apparently, Finbar's wife was a cultist. "That's too bad. Maybe I'll be able to catch her another time."

The Archangel looked around with guileless curiosity as he padded into the kitchen and found as seat at the table. He smiled at Finbar. "Thank you, but if you don't have any, don't worry about it. There's no need to put yourself out on my account." Then he turned to Skulduggery, tilting his head. "I can put your face back on if you want, Skul. Calling it an 'illusion' is somewhat inaccurate; it's more than solid enough for you to eat and drink."