Gabriel glanced between the two and laughed. "Well, look at me; aren't I popular?"

He chose to go with the dancing-man's help, since the Doctor was, well, physically old and looked about done in. Gabriel kinda knew how he felt. The archangel took Cabanela's hand and tried to hoist himself up, but the moment he tried to move his legs they seared with pain and he gasped, going very still.

"Ugh ... I don't want to know if this is normal or not," he said with a wince, moving his feet very, very carefully. The jabbing sensation was less intense this time, but his legs still prickled wildly and painfully as he used Cabanela to haul himself upright. The odd thing was that the feeling eased once he put his weight on his feet, even if they still felt tender in a weird sort of way.