He was, he was fine, nothing happened, nothing burned. So Margareta opened the door with a welcoming smile and stepped back to let him inside. She was dressed in one of the simple dresses Claire had brought, one of those that looked both modest, and despite the materials being different, more of a reminder of her time than anything she'd found here.
He'd called her Ruby though and she wanted that cleared up right away, she looked up tentitively, pleasent but nervous.
"I'm not her, Ruby, the...the demon. I'm not her. That is not and will never be my name. That said...welcome. Castiel said you wanted to meet with me, isn't that right?"
She still felt healthy, she wasn't of course, she knew when the cough returned, when her skin blackened, that she had mere hours, but she still was being protected by lingering magics it seemed, so she wanted to do as much as she could in those last few days, including asking this man what she would not dare ask the angel.
"She's a demon, and you trust her. I would very much like to know why?"