Hardly a comfortable shelter, but it's enough for the two of them to rest for a bit, before they can get their bearings and start looking for supplies. "Perhaps there are better weapons here, or things we can make use of."

The sword disappears and Gadreel follows his brother closely towards the small alcove. "I have sustained worse in Heaven. I will recover." His wings ache, his vessel in agony, but he will survive. "I merely require rest." A curious glance. "And you? We must rest together."