"You can never have too many rosaries," was Gabriel simple answer. Skul's acquiescence made the Archangel beam, as if the other man had just made his day. In a way, he had. It was always a pleasure to teach someone a new skill, and the distraction was proving very valuable in keeping his worry in check.

"They certainly have their uses," he said with a laugh, scraping a handful of beads closer. "I doubt the nurses would allow us anything so sharp as to carve sigils on the beads, though. Weaving it'll have to be." Weaves weren't as powerful without words to come with them, but they'd do--Gabriel's first rosary had been woven for guidance. He tilted his head for a moment, considering the beads and then Skul's awkward grip. "We can make knotted rosaries instead of beaded ones, if you like. They're easier."