Turning to look at him, an almost guilty expression stole across her features. She'd barely left the place except to get supplies for him, and she didn't want him to think she might abandon him. He might be getting better, but taking care of him was the first good decision she'd ever made, and falling into that role again had been trying, but also comforting. Having him around made her feel calmer, safer, despite his inability to do much to help her in his current state. Since her new wards had gone up, the tension that had plagued her had eased a great deal. She no longer worried her way through the days and nights. She didn't even worry about Jo anymore. Having Castiel close, behind the safety of her walls, just tied everything up in a bow. She was safe, and she was keeping him safe, too. Safe from what, she couldn't say. She just knew she felt far too protective over him for her own good. And probably his too.
"I wasn't leaving," she assured him, letting the drapes fall shut behind her. "I was just thinking of getting myself something shiny. Girl has her priorities, you know?" She took a step towards the bed, knowing he would have no idea what she was talking about, but also knowing that was usually the case with them. They talked so much now, more than they ever had before coming to this place, that was certain. She wondered if the tentative relationship that had sprung up between them could stand that much contact. So far, it was working, against all logic. She tried not to dwell on thoughts of the future.
"It's late. Why are you up?" she asked with a mixture of annoyance and concern. If the medicine was no longer working, she might have to find something stronger. And maybe wring the neck of the pharmacist while she was at it. She didn't want him to suffer. His discomfort was the only enemy she had to fight, and she was determined to win, at all costs.