Johan shifted suddenly, a low rumble in his chest. It dissipated after a moment, and his tail commenced wagging as Crowley materialised in the room. He might have seemed a little taller than usual, because he stood a little straighter, felt a little more important.
"Holy mother of Fuck. You do look like you're dying." And she did. She looked horrible. And to think, all this time, he had the cure for, well, everything that ailed and afflicted her.