They can find time for more intimate explorations later, Gadreel is certain of that. Every touch is a reassurance in a world swiftly collapsing around them. Creation was falling, but it didn't matter. They were free and they would stand together for as long as they could. Free.

He accepts the hand up, stretching out his vessel with a quiet grunt. "I will gather what supplies I can. See if you can locate any weapons. Or the food we may require." Because food was something he had never experienced and sending him after it might result in jars of capers, pancake mix and cajun seasoning.