"I don't know if it's poison. A sleeping spell?" She keeps her fingers on Aziraphale's pulse to make sure it doesn't speed up or slow down. For now, it feels normal. Is he... snoring? She shakes her head.

"We can't go out there, it's just three of us! Where are the others? Did everyone fall asleep?"

She frowns a bit and nods, standing up, "I can flying and bring in some, but I can't lift anyone heavier than me, just so you know." And she doesn't intend to die here, to these animals. In this forsaken place.