He had not realized it would be an immediate thing, but Aziraphale looked curiously at the fox that appeared when called, now that was interesting. A god who came when called. It was a different sort than his own creator of course, but he was aware of the beliefs in other types of deities, but this was his first time meeting one of them. "How fascinating," He would have to see if he could find some time with the fox at some point when he did not have other pressing matters to deal with. "Are all gods like that where you are from?" He wondered, curious now that Nyx had gotten him started. It had been a long time since he'd seen something quite so new.
"You cease to exist?" He asked now surprised once more by the idea, "Is that how it is where you are from? There is no thought to the soul?" He asked, there were so many things to learn it seemed, he was surprised at himself for not having realized it sooner. But so many of the people here were not unlike the mortals from his own world that he had not thought there would be much to learn. The two young women they had all but adopted were the exception to the rule.
Aziraphale knew something about doing whatever it took to keep someone safe, he'd done it without a thought when he'd thought that Crowley might come to harm. There had been no hesitation or doubt within him, he'd trusted in the prophecy and allowed the switch to happen so that he might insure that the one being in all of creation that he truly cared for would survive this new world after the failed apocalypse. As for Nyx, he just nodded. "She must be very lovely."
Now though there was the matter of healing to see to. And as he'd promised it was a simple thing, he cast up a quick prayer, lifting one hand upward and muttering the desire for healing as he drew his hand down and then as if it had never been the skin healed itself and all the damage that had been done to him was gone, nothing more than a dream now. "There we are." He gave Nyx a pleased smile. "Right as rain."