"It's minor," Lana said, stiffly. Her eyes had flicked back and forth amongst the three men while her mind tried to catch up. An angel? Moreover, an angel who didn't know he was an angel? And divine strength?
Were they all dead, then? It was one of the weirder explanations for all of this that she'd entertained. Ema would have a stranger one, surely, if she were here. But an explanation, whether flight of fantasy or pure truth, was nothing but a distraction. She'd heard crazier testimonies, and while part of her itched to get to the bottom of it, it couldn't be a priority. They would, after all, have all the time in the world to talk about it later. Whether that was over a plate of -- was it waffles tomorrow? -- in a miraculously restored cafeteria, or while Landel sat in chains at their feet didn't matter.
She didn't bother volunteering any information about herself; she was, in fact, completely unchanged, and it should be readily apparent. If they couldn't gather that, they could ask.
Castiel was still looking at her, though, and Lloyd clearly needed another moment to gather himself. Well, then perhaps some experimentation was called for.
"...Alright. I don't mind if you take a look, if you'd like." She stooped down, wincing as the motion pulled the scab on her leg loose, and pushed up her pants leg and peeled the corner of the dressing down. Minor was a slight understatement; the wound could debatedly have used a couple of stitches rather than just a cover, given that she was going to be running around on it, but it showed no signs of infection. "Quickly, please."
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Were they all dead, then? It was one of the weirder explanations for all of this that she'd entertained. Ema would have a stranger one, surely, if she were here. But an explanation, whether flight of fantasy or pure truth, was nothing but a distraction. She'd heard crazier testimonies, and while part of her itched to get to the bottom of it, it couldn't be a priority. They would, after all, have all the time in the world to talk about it later. Whether that was over a plate of -- was it waffles tomorrow? -- in a miraculously restored cafeteria, or while Landel sat in chains at their feet didn't matter.
She didn't bother volunteering any information about herself; she was, in fact, completely unchanged, and it should be readily apparent. If they couldn't gather that, they could ask.
Castiel was still looking at her, though, and Lloyd clearly needed another moment to gather himself. Well, then perhaps some experimentation was called for.
"...Alright. I don't mind if you take a look, if you'd like." She stooped down, wincing as the motion pulled the scab on her leg loose, and pushed up her pants leg and peeled the corner of the dressing down. Minor was a slight understatement; the wound could debatedly have used a couple of stitches rather than just a cover, given that she was going to be running around on it, but it showed no signs of infection. "Quickly, please."