Crowley watched in silence as Ruby appeared, covered in blood, and went to pick up her daughter. He wished he could have been surprised by the state she was in, but as it was all he could do was sigh slightly. A jug of water stood to the side, and he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and soaked it, stepping over then to dab away the blood from Ruby's face, working around baby Emily.
"So, we'll figure out how to make you okay," he commented gruffly, not meeting her eyes as he focused on cleaning away the blood, some hers, some not. "And I think you've done enough for me now. Time to take a step back, I can get others to clean up those last few."
Only a few more needed to die, and Crowley had been pledged allegiance by others by now. Ruby had done her work well, too well admittedly, but it was done now.
"I've maybe got the beginnings of an idea," he admitted, though he was hesitant to say so. "But I have no idea if it'll work, love, I don't want to get your hopes up."