"All right. Lean on me, you're not supposed to be on that leg." They really need to get the demon an actual, physical, non-person crutch. As soon as all this calms down, the Soldier makes a note to try and find something.

It looks over its shoulder; still no Hastur-looking anything. There are another pair of hands pulling themselves along the ground towards them, but the Soldier doesn't even feel the urge to kick at them. It ducks under Crowley's arm, up against one of the wings, for support.

"I like the wings," it says. Distraction from fear and hallucinations, and also true.