Pissing off an archangel was generally a death sentance - but he wasn't even annoyed by the girl. And she was just a girl, really. Old enough to be an adult but not yet there. He had heard the words, the prayer. He crossed the small distance, reaching down to place his right hand atop her head. He doesn't press but he does allow it to have some weight to it. "You didn't offend me child. Have peace, you don't need my forgiveness." He held his hand still for another monent, then removed it and stepped back.