Aziraphale waits helplessly, lowering himself to his knees and resting his forehead against the door. He waits, listening to her breathe. He has no other choice.

Then he hears the doorknob turn, and he pulls back just slightly, looking up and meeting her eyes as she peeks out. He tries not to look too relieved. They're not out of the woods yet. He holds a hand out to her encouragingly, pleading with her to come out.

"Come here," he murmurs. "It's all right. I trust you."