Abaddon let out a breath he didn't realise that he'd been holding as Camael returned to him. He smiled briefly in wordless thanks before bowing his head in silent thought. No, not thought. _Prayer_. Abaddon was praying. His words, verbal at least, failed him - to be fair, his long forgotten fluency with prayer had to have shown. 

Silently, he introduced himself, feeling quite foolish, even moreso when he asked if He remembered him; remembered who he once was.