The fact that Gabriel had managed to conjure something for even just a few moments had Balthazar surprisingly jealous. It, once again, spoke volumes of an archangel's power, even one so very cut off and far from home, that he had managed to do it. Of course, he didn't envy his brother's sorry state after all was said and done.

"That was a wonderful show you put on," he said, standing next to Gabriel, his voice neutral even though he was slightly concerned. Were they in better physical and mental states, he might have made a smartass remark, but as it was, he could barely put forth the effort.