In truth, Aziraphale kept to himself a great deal - just like he had back in London, he preferred the company of books to humans, and it was only Crowley whose attention he craved and he had as much of that now as he pleased, so he had not a great deal of reason to go reaching out, at least not quite as much as he might have meant to. But even still he could not keep himself from offering a bit of help where he saw it was needed.
Though he had thought perhaps Nyx did not want his offer of help in the end, so he was rather a little surprised to find him at his door. "Oh yes, my boy, yes I am Aziraphale." He agreed with an easy nod of his head and stepped back just a bit, removing his reading glasses, which were of course a bit more for show than actual need, and made way for him to come in.
"Do come in," He offered, "It's rather an easy fix, I assure you." He added, the look of his wound was not something he wanted to see all that much and in truth he did not actually need to see it in order to fix it, "You're no bother at all. Can I get you anything?" He asked leading the way into what was effectively the sitting room, and through to the kitchen where he was already started on making a couple of cups of tea for them both, feed the body as well as the spirit and all that of course.
"How long did you say you'd been dealing with that?" He asked making quick work of the tea.