Serph remains silent for a long moment, long enough that if it weren't for his eyes still being half open, it'd be easy to think he'd fallen back asleep. But eventually, he curls the wings that are draped over John, phalanges bending at unnatural angles so they rest against John's side in an kind of wing hug.

Though Serph's voice never rises beyond its usual volume, there's a hard edge of certainty to it. "I won't let someone do that to you again."