"The hierarchy is strict in our heaven too but I never listened to them." Rota can't help the little laugh. "Part of why I'm here."

The worry gets a concerned look and gentle touch to Aziraphale's hand. "Death will care for her but I think she might like more, calm visitors."

The idea of God being silent catches the angel off guard. "I don't think ours has spent a moment silent since the beginning of everything. He's always... did you say she?"

The pronouns finally caught up with who they were talking about and it left Rota confused, all of his eyes looking surprised.