Lucifer's wings have the worst of it, though none of them will say out loud why but Michael still isn't fool enough to touch him. He focuses his attention on Gabriel, whose primaries and secondaries are presentable but whose tertials are a tangled mess of neglect, and Michael combs the feathers out as deftly as he once did for a rambunctious fledgling who thought he could match Lucifer's flights. Raphael tends them all, as they always have, quiet and deft, but when the time comes, the three of them all turn and shower them with all the affection they deserve.