Dominic reached back to run his fingers gently over the feathers, liking the way the colors blended on his back. She smiled gently at the sight, seeming to calm somehow. After a few minutes, her posture shifted, as Dominic pushed his way back to the forefront.
"It's a different look, to be sure." Dom looked around, shaking his head with a sense of amusement. "We need to stop letting me paint, I think," Aziraphale always created a sense of deep calm in Dominic, giving him a chance to act without the mania, at least for a little while.