They were both so strange, so earnest at the fact that she wasn't going to die. She was, she could feel the magic ebbing and waning, the filth keeping her alive all the more. She was ready to die. There was nothing for her here, and her life had reached a natural end.
"I am. I am going to die. You see, this place, all of you, as kind as you have been, this is hers. Not mine. I was fated to die, I live now only because of Tatiana's magic, but that will fade with her not here to continue it and I won't allow you to seek magical help or anything like it."
She looked over to Castiel with a wry smile.
"It may not be needed for my salvation, but its the natural order of things. It was God's will that I die that day, and if it is not God that brought me here, then Gods will be done. I will die as I was supposed to"
The look Sam gave her still gave her pause, he looked so tired, so very tired all the time he'd been here, she hadn't noticed until he tried to pretend otherwise to her.
"Are you well?" she asked him, oddly concerned for this man that in some ways scared her with his friendship with the demon she became. She looked over at Castiel, partly out of curiousity about Sam and partly because she didn't understand the Angel either, blasphemous as that statement was.