"All of those states," she said, waving her hand to indicate the whole of the North-West.
"Uriel can be very good at his job. Almost too good," She added the last part as an afterthought, tilting Her head again as She considered it. Uriel was one of Her best, but She knew his personality could be... abrasive. Especially to humans.
She sighed and leaned her shoulder against the back of the pew. "I don't want Dean back in the Pit," She frowned and crossed Her arms. "So stop your worrying. Do you know how long it takes to cultivate a Chosen one? Makes you think real hard before you just throw one in the trash."