The promise would have sentenced them to the prisons all over again - to agree to stay together, come what may. Not to follow orders or obey, but a promise made to one another. Gadreel will not leave Balthazar and will not fail him. As they lay together, huddled in the growing dark, he turns his head towards the warm hair of his brother's vessel and closes his eyes.

Sleep.. is an unsettling experience to say the least. But it leaves his vessel time to heal, his grace time to recover from the fall and by the time Balthazar stirs against him, his eyes flicker open.

He doesn't want to let go, doesn't want to give up any of the contact shared between them, but they do need to prepare, to gather supplies and protect themselves. A soft, sleepy sound as he shifts against him. "We should gather what may still remain."