His concern was for himself because he has tasted death. Lilith's fire and the memory of it burns within him but-

He thinks of the woman he healed and Sal and the cat woman, and how angry she was and wandering through memories like prayers and...

And Marco - and Mysterio. It is a lot.

"...I almost died. And they ...did not want me to. It was concern for someone they saw as an equal even if I'm set above them. They put their lives on the line to protect this dimension and me. Only other angels have done that. And in the church, when that thing opened up their memories they walked me through them."

And they saw his too. But he's not going to share that. He looks at Crowley with hollow eyes.

"They are people. It was humbling. To see the evil they fought in their worlds and the good they protected."

That's...all the answer he's going to get unfortunately as he stares at him before someone walks by with a rag and offers it with their very sincere thanks. Gabriel stares at it before accepting it and offering a tentative smile before shakes his head trying to rid himself of some memory.

"...I'm probably not making any sense to you. Let me rest. I've taken up a new method of healing...sleeping?" He nods, "Let me finish here and we can speak when my head is clearer?"

Mostly because he fell asleep in the desert after Lilith tossed him there post their fight.