It's possible that it feels worse because it may have grown worse. Without a full and proper heal... [He trails off, taking the final step toward the bed and reaching a hand out to place it gently on Sam's shoulder.] I couldn't say, as I didn't examine you before, but it's a great amount of damage. It's not unlikely that it got worse, even with Raphael's patch-up.

[A worried frown creases his expression, though it softens slightly when Sam smiles. He doesn't want to be frighteningly negative, so he even attempts a weak smile of his own as he gives an understanding nod.

He puts a little more weight into his hand then, still sitting on Sam's shoulder, and he scrounges up all the power he can, focusing it into healing him. It takes a matter of seconds, and he can't mend or even try to mend as much as he wishes to, but Sam should be in at least less of a state. In a question of how he feels, and if it's any better, Samandriel shoots another glance at the Winchester, although this time he remains silent.]