As beautiful as the safehouse really was, Gabriel was finding it even more interesting to watch his companions' reactions to it. He leaned back against the wall, watching the delight on Valkyrie and Tanith's faces, and smiling to himself.

Their conversation was somewhat ... enlightening. For several reasons. "I'm not sure how long that will be," the Archangel admitted. "I've no talent for healing, and no angel has ever been injured long enough for me to say how long it would take naturally."

Kenspeckle's magic might be able to help, but there hadn't been time for anything but to clean his wounds before the Sanctuary agents had arrived. Now, it would likely be too risky to contact the professor for at least a little while. Gabriel smiled apologetically at Valkyrie. "If there's a way for you to be safe at home, you ought to go there. There's no need to wait for me, otherwise." And then he tilted his head with curiosity. "Though I'm curious as to what you meant by the 'reflection'."