"That's reassuring, I suppose." Ellie smiled faintly. "But you know, I think you and Crowley take the prize for that. Facing Him Below with one sword, a Witchfinder and a tire iron? That's so many kinds of brave I think it must have set a record."

She hadn't consciously spoken of Aziraphale and Crowley as a pair to either one of them since the breakup. But the fact of the matter was, a pair they were, whether friends, lovers, Adversaries or co-conspirators, and one bad fight wasn't going to change that. Maybe she was just biased, having lost her own lover; but every time she thought about it she fretted that something might happen to one of them or the other, and then how would the survivor be able to live with himself?