Azrael went quiet and still. As a general rule, people didn't touch him, and the only people that he really touched were his brothers. Or the dying he was sent to take, but they didn't really count.
Until he sorted this out, he could at least let her stay here. "Alright," he said, drawing in a deep breath. "You're welcome to the spare room, it's all made up. If you need something, tell me, and we'll...go shopping, or something." He ran a hand through his hair again, mostly just to keep his hands occupied. He wasn't used to living with another person.