"Our Father." The words are short, disbelieving. She's lost her faith well and truly in the time since she regained her Grace, and though she would rather die than break the faith that Castiel still has, she can't share those feelings. She nods though, willing to entertain the thought at least. After all, she's not burning away in Hell or withering away in an Angelic prison, so she has to assume that something at least is watching out for her. "I hope you're right. We could use someone like that on our side."
She doesn't miss the Host, doesn't even miss most of the angels and seraphs that she used to deal with so frequently. They were never close, not in the emotional sense of the word anyway. They were simply familiar faces, angels that she had seen so many times that she could still remember them now. She misses belonging to something though, and even if it's hard she can still force herself to remember how she'd felt before she had started to doubt. She hadn't been happy then, she knows that now, but there was a familiar comfort to being surrounded by likeminded beings. She would never trade her current position for that existence again, but there are definitely times she misses being safe.
"After all this, you still have your faith." It's not a criticism, in fact there's a suggestion of admiration in her voice as she speaks, "I still don't know how you do that. After all that's happened, I-"
A small shrug hunches her shoulders again as she cuts herself off, and she just steps nearer to Castiel as she inhales slowly. She smiles, like there's a little secret that she's sharing just between her and him. In a way it is, it's not like anyone else will ever need to know. There's no need to whisper in the abandoned street, but she does anyway, and she leans in just a little closer towards him as she murmurs a few inches from his ear. "I miss my faith. I wish I could trust in our Father the way you do. I want to believe in something again."