As it happens, Aziraphale is also in the Italian countryside, although he has nothing to do with the Crusades. The Great Plan is rather ambivalent about the entire affair. Whether the Crusaders win or lose, somebody's faith in a higher power will be strengthened. A bit like sporting matches, in that sense.

No, Aziraphale is merely here to bless some local fisherman with their daily catch, and maybe sample the seafood if he has some extra time. It's why he's entering this simple hut, although thoughts of his task vanish when he takes sight of the man huddling on the floor, his arms covered in burns.

"Oh, dear. Are you all right... Crowley?!" There is a perfect combination of confusion, alarm, and bone-deep worry in the way he says the demon's name. He rushes over and kneels in front of him. "What in heaven's name happened to you?"