[He's not sure what the extra spiritual oomph signifies, not at first glance, but he can tell it's old. His first thought is maybe it's part of why she's so sensitive to disrespect. The oldest beings he knows are the archangels, and they're prickly as hell.

He gives a slight bow, looking her over thoughtfully.]

So, we've gotten off on the wrong foot, clearly, and I don't know that there's any way to remedy that. For what it's worth, I might not even be keen on the idea of a medical system now, either, if Cas hadn't turned up wounded like that and then vanished on me.

Angels have healing abilities, but mine are limited, and I'm dreading the day my siblings who are better at it get ripped away home or tucked into some facility for experimentation.