"No. Raphael. The little one." He indicated Raphael's height - far below any height Raphael had ever stood at - and then he finally sat down next to Gadreel. He sat facing him, one hand on his needlessly broad shoulder. It was a slight shame he couldn't be in his perfect vessel, they might finally be of an even built in that scenario. "Someone gave me a vial of archangel grace while I was stuck in the cage. I know it came from Raphael. So he can't be dead. So someone is extracting grace from him. I need to find him, Gadreel, and I can't trust anyone with this. Not anyone but you."