She did look a lot better than before. Sam knew that the blood worked pretty well for healing - he had used it himself, after all - but even after all of this time, he still found himself looking fairly surprised by it's effects. It really was amazing, some of the things that people could do around here. From flying, to teleporting, to being able to make a cure to anything just from sharing a little bit of one's blood.
"So it didn't bring the girl back," Sam said, feeling slightly relieved, "that's good." It was odd, feeling relieved over the idea of someone staying dead. Truth was, she was probably better off that way anyway. Being trapped inside of your own body without any way to control your actions was a constant torture.
Rubbing at the side of his head, Sam took a seat beside her and shrugged. "I'm a little hungover." By a little, he meant a hell of a lot. "But I'll be all right. How are you feeling? Aside from being the only person in the..." He waved off at her, with his free hand.