Crowley was alright, but he felt completely out of touch with everything for a moment, squinting at the wall as things started to fall back into place and his memories slowly resurfaced, slotting them all into the correct order - there was something in there of Aziraphale calling him his 'dearest one', which he quickly dismissed as some kind of strange, Holy Water-induced hallucination as he found his way fully back to consciousness, looking down at his hand. He turned it so that he could take Aziraphale's in turn, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"I'm not entirely sure. I was flying, I remember falling, and I remember being hit by Holy Water from one of the agents. It had to be, but- I didn't die," he frowned. He'd initially put that down to Atlantis in his mind, but he wasn't sure about that at all. "It just kept eating away at me until it stopped, I suppose. I'm quite glad it did. I'd hate to die away from home, it'd be one hell of a pain in the arse to get me back,"
He used his free hand to pull off the covers, examining his legs. There wasn't anything to be seen by the naked eye, but he did seem to have a slight lingering glow in the regions the water had hit, causing him to grimace. It reminded him a little too eerily of the gold that used to lace up his arms before he Fell.