Worse for the wear wasn't so bad in the grand scheme of things, and so Castiel dubbed that acceptable. Of course, all three of the other people in his group last night had been heading into that danger for the sake of those who were sick rather than themselves, so the fact that they were injured at all was a shame. Still, apologies wouldn't do much good at this point.

"Lingormr won't be picked for that sort of treatment again, if I understand the way it works correctly," he said after a pause. He was still uncertain about what the man had told him about his so-called magic. If only he had all his senses about him, he could settle that question for certain.

That was the least of his concerns at the moment, though. Kratos was getting to the meat of things, and Castiel wasn't about to let the chance pass him by. "My plan is to remove whatever is inside me," he said after a brief pause. "But I'll need some assistance. Would you be willing to help?" He wasn't sure how he'd decided on Kratos as the best person for the job. Perhaps because they were both soldiers and had been in situations like this before. Maybe because from what he could tell, the man knew his way around a sword. Either way, he didn't think it was the wrong choice.