It was no surprise that his health came up when the idea of moving was set forth, but Castiel didn't want to let something like that get in the way. It wasn't as if he was an invalid, after all. "She'll need her strength as well," he pointed out. "If she's healing others before me, chances are she'll be weakened already. Seeing how we're all here and have nothing left to do, we might as well head that way. It isn't far."

Castiel stood up from the bed, moving away from Gabriel's touch to show that he was serious about the decision. Seeing how he was the one with the illness, he thought that he should be the one to get the final say. As for what to take with them -- the sword in Kratos' hand was the main thing that they needed, but Castiel made sure to grab his flashlight as well. There might be transformed patients prowling the hallways by now, and he wanted to make sure they saw them ahead of time at the least.

While he felt feverish, sore, and still had that stomach cramp that had persisted all day, Castiel managed to hold his footing. If he needed to lean on someone as they walked, he imagined that Kratos would allow it without causing him to sacrifice his pride.

He looked to the swordsman in question and nodded. "You can lead the way."