Aziraphale easily takes her weight when Spike lets go of her and slips down, and he's left helplessly holding her up while Spike slips further and hits the floor. They both need help right now, but Sunshine seems to need him more, so he'll have to let Spike flounder a moment longer before he can ascertain what's happened.

"It's all right, dear," he murmurs to Sunshine. He gives her a little burst of sunlight, traveling from his hands to her, warming her skin. He keeps his hands where they are, not wanting to let her go just yet, and levels an assessing glance at the cats which are not cats.

"What are you?" he asks them rather coldly.