Despite how out of breath she felt (and that was a new feeling in and of itself), she couldn't help a small, return smile. At least Lingormr felt confident enough to joke about his abilities with her. That, as far as she was concerned, was a step in the right direction.

The smile faded a little when he told them to stay back while he scouted ahead. She didn't want to admit she needed to gather her strength, but neither she nor Castiel had really been subtle about just how weak they felt. As much as she wanted to protest, she knew Lingormr was right. She'd only slow him down.

Still, it didn't mean she had to be happy about it. With a faint huff of annoyance, she rested her branch against a tree and settled in for the wait.

"What do you think this is?" she murmured to Castiel. "This sickness, I mean. Is it just another attempt to scare us, or does Landel really intend to turn us all into mindless creatures?"