He could have ripped the bandages off her without much care or concern for how much it would hurt. He might have been tempted, but as he moved toward Anna, Johan shifted and gave a subtle little growl. Crowley looked over at his hound and sneered. Johan dropped his head on his paws and looked up at Crowley.
Crowley had surprisingly soft and gentle hands, when he chose to. He took his time, not to draw it out, but to minimise the pain he could cause her. It would be uncomfortable regardless, but he was making an effort. Or maybe he was going slow because he really didn't want to see how bad the wounds were, particularly the wounds that marked where her wings had been.