Uriel looked absolutely heartbroken when Gabriel pulled away. As much as the pain of being touched by his brother's Grace had startled him earlier, he had none the less hoped Gabriel would take his hand. He turned to Lucifer for support, received it in the form of a light hand carding through his feathers before gently pushing him toward the remaining chairs.

He eyed them for a moment, but Lucifer's chairs were not as susceptible as Belial's sheets had been to his whims and they remained sturdy, high-backed chairs no matter how hard he wished for a comfortable couch to recline on. Sighing to himself, he let his wings and aura fade. After a moment of concentration, a hanger in Belial's wardrobe was left rocking gently and Uriel was once again wrapped in the Crown's short, blue robe.

Though he wanted to be close to Gabriel, he still did not know what to make of his brother pulling away. What was more, Lucifer had been the one to ask him to stay. After a moment's indecision, Uriel took the far chair and carefully seated himself, leaving the chair between them for Lucifer.