Crowley recognizes Lunafreya immediately----she was, of course, one of the reasons why he's not limping around in a splint during this. He can't even imagine what it would be like if he was trying to navigate this with a broken leg. He supposes he should thank her. He won't, but he supposes he probably should.

"Nah, I'm all right," he says, eyes drifting down to the sleepers. He hasn't slept since this started, and he isn't about to start now. What if Aziraphale wakes up? What if he dies?

He turns to Lunafreya, glancing at her arm. "Are you---are you going to heal that?"