"Don't sleep yet, darling," Hermes said, rubbing her arm. "Let's make sure you don't have a concussion first."
To Azrael, he nodded again. "I'm glad. Would you like anything else besides beer, or do you want to be getting on your way?" He didn't want to detain the angel, though if Azrael wanted to be treated to a feast, Hermes would arrange it.