Raguel shivers a little against his will. With the brightness of the flame suddenly extinguished, he can't see a damn thing, and the strange quality Crowley's voice has taken on isn't exactly reassuring.

"Given the condition you all were in when you came back, uh. I only saw the others for a second, but it looked like there was more wrong than just the cold. They were. Shaken up."

It's the kindest way he knows to phrase it.