Raguel

The wind in his face pulls tears from the corners of his eyes - mostly because Raguel thinks it should, but they are going at a pretty brisk pace. Despite the moonlight he can see quite a few stars, so that Crowley and his furiously beating wings appear as a shifting dark patch in the sky. He glances down briefly. The fire has already shrunk so much with the distance that its size is comparable to that of the stars overhead.