It was what she wanted to hear, Sam trusting her, beyond the things Azazel had said or the doubts Lilith had tried to plant in his mind and beyond Alastair's tauntings. Any mistrust was long since past. And yet still she worried, not about him but about the others, and how long it would take for this to become an issue. But that was for another time.
Feel better, she wasn't entirely sure.
"Well I won't say the mountain of fries Faith sent over didn't help any. Other than that, I don't know. I'll get over what he said, and like I said I'm better. And theres vodka and company. I'm set? So can we talk about you yet? Outside of the hungover"