That was hurting him. Crowley who had plopped himself into the nearest, and only, chair in the room had noticed Azriaphale wince. What was it humans did when they had a pain? The bath idea had been vetoed but... He stood and made his way over to stand just behind the angel, a hand coming to rest on the sore joint as he tried to work the soreness out of it with a few well placed squeezes. Massage they called it. Another wonderful human invention! They could actually be quite brilliant.

"We should rest here for a few hours, use the time to get cleaned up," he bobbed his head towards a small table that had several leaflets on it and a touch of snark slipped into his word, "Read the brochures."