He's seen Raphael periodically throughout the day. And every time, Raphael has looked worse and worse. H'e worried over the state of the archangel, but there really isn't anything he can do about it, not as an actual human.

At least, not until this time around.

"Raphael," he greets, tone full of concern. "You look terrible." Full of tact, as always. He's actually much more worried for the archangel than he is for himself. Because, no, really, Raphael looks terrible.

"Oh," he takes out a water bottle of his own. He'd obtained it sometime between Raphael's last visit and now, and it's about half full. He offers it to him. "Here, this... might help?"

If he sounds uncertain, it's only because he is. He's not a doctor, he's a writer. He knows it won't help the pain or the overall feeling of being human. But Balthazar had forgotten to drink anything, and he can only assume that Raphael has done the same. After all, if he's dehydrated, it will only make him feel worse.

He hadn't planned on this -- especially himself losing his own powers -- and he's not pleased by it. But it could, at the very least, help his angels. Help gain just a little bit of insight into humanity, and why humans act the way they do. Walking a mile in the shoes of a human -- literally.