That sound from Dog is slightly heartbreaking, and so Anathema shifts to angle herself down to the floor, reaching out a hand to scritch the animal behind his ears, a reassuring ruffle to the fur on Dog's head. She hasn't been intimidated by the hellhound for a while; he's too much of a good dog, too.

"G—" Muttering god in the presence of the Antichrist feels odd, so she cuts herself off short, simply adding, "I'm glad you're both back safely." A twinge in her heart, knowing that Aziraphale and Crowley aren't. That Adam's essentially out his second pair of parents.

And then she looks at him. Not incredulous, exactly, but reassessing what he'd said earlier, the possible platitude he'd offered:

"Are you really sure you're alright, Adam?"