[She lifts her head a little at that, can't help grinning weakly. Sam, she's a liar.]
What does it look like I'm doing?
[Hedging around the question. What she is doing is providing a focus through blood so she can actually use this much magic without passing out halfway through. A cantrip.
What the magic is doing is drawing the infection right out of Castiel's blood to pool in her hand, an unhealthy mix of rotten colours before it evaporates into nothing. Probably a good thing he's already out cold because she has no idea what that would really feel like. She's going whiter by the second despite the added boost, so she really hopes it's okay to nap under someone's bed when she's done.
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What does it look like I'm doing?
[Hedging around the question. What she is doing is providing a focus through blood so she can actually use this much magic without passing out halfway through. A cantrip.
What the magic is doing is drawing the infection right out of Castiel's blood to pool in her hand, an unhealthy mix of rotten colours before it evaporates into nothing. Probably a good thing he's already out cold because she has no idea what that would really feel like. She's going whiter by the second despite the added boost, so she really hopes it's okay to nap under someone's bed when she's done.
The streaks on Castiel's arm are fading.]