Aziraphale had never been truly open with anyone about who and what he was, certainly there were humans that suspected, who had known him for decades and seen him never changing, but this was a new situation entirely. He wasn't entirely open about it either, he hadn't explained exactly what he was to Ms. Organa, but he had a discussion of faith and offered her healing for her broken bones.
It was a simple thing really, too small to really count as a miracle as far as he was concerned. Honestly Heaven had been far too picky about that sort of thing, frivolous miracles and the like. Sometimes things simply needed to be done, and this had been one of them.
He hadn't expected a visitor that afternoon, Crowley had gone out, and Aziraphale had been pouring over some of the tomes he'd begun collecting since their arrival. Searching for perhaps a bit of prophecy that might be the answer to the problem that was this place, only to have his quest interrupted by the knock on the door. He peered over the rim of his glasses at the door deciding whether or not he would open it before he set the glasses down on the still open book and went to see who was in need of his company today.
"Oh Ms. Organa." He smiled warmly when he saw her there. "What a pleasure to see you again, how are you feeling? Still well?" He made room for her inviting her in with a wave of his hand. "Please come in, would you like a cup of tea? Or cocoa?" It might be a bit early for that yet, but he did so love the opportunity to indulge from time to time.