Raphael sat down and held his hands out to take hers. "Oh Agatha," he sighed, stroking the backs of her hands with his thumbs. "You saints are all so selfless, it pains me." He started to heal her slowly, half concentrating on reforming bone and flesh, half on watching Agatha's face. "I didn't know you'd taken Judas into your home. He doesn't make himself very visible," he said, trying to take her mind away from what he was doing. He didn't glow or release his wings when he healed people, he just tried to stop people thinking about the pain.