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When the Old Guard finally left, Crowley caught Nile's shoulder as she trailed last out of the door.
"If Andy gets badly hurt," he hissed, "call us. We'll be there faster than you can ssay 'ambulance'."
"Oh?" Nile raised an eyebrow. "To say goodbye?"
"To tell her, not today." Crowley grinned, slow, and sharp-fanged. "Your power is to heal yourselves, right? One of ours is to heal other people."
Nile nodded, grinned back just as slowly, and climbed into the car behind Andy, who was driving.
Joe asked, "What did he want?"
Nile settled back in her seat. "Oh," she said, "Nothing much. Just told me to keep in touch, that's all."
Joe nodded, and he, Nicky, and Nile exchanged conspiratorial glances. "Well then, let's get this show on the road."
Andy grinned, fished a piece of Aziraphale's baklava out of a paper bag, and gunned the engine.
Somewhere ahead, there was a future, and it looked like friendship.