She didn't feel sorry for it, wasn't really in her to. Just like the people she posessed when she had to, she was doing what she needed to. But she liked the space, the freedom she got with this body. She wondered why more demons didn't do it, before realising it was likely the thought just wouldn't have ocourred to them. It hadn't to her until Sam had given her the ultimatum.
"I suppose. Its different and I do like it, and yeah...better for her where she is and all"
He caught her out on her avoiding of the question though, Sam was really too smart for his own good sometimes. She watched him for a moment pouring the drinks and was again quietly confident that Alastair was wrong about him. He wasn't weak, was far from it. This, all this was just something he had to go through, and she had to be there for him through it.
"I'm better"
There. Not a lie, she was better than she had been yesterday. Just not back to herself, but she kept her tone level.
"Just got a lot on my mind I guess, things he said" Things she'd done, but she wasn't about to go there. She was giving him more information to hide the understatement. Devious like they all said, but it was for the best. He had to get himself better and ready to train again and he couldn't do that worrying about her. She couldn't worry about him worrying about her.