"Pray? Me? Gotta admit, I'm hardly the praying sort. Never have been. Doesn't look good on me." After all, she's supposed to be a demon. A former Lucifer Loyalist at that. He is supposed to be her god, and well... that ended well.

Still, she musters the energy to shoot him a smile. "Next time I'm in trouble, I'll pray to you. And you better come running, Feathers."

Her room is a welcome sight; her bed even more so. Of course, there is one thing more important than medical aid right now - she shifts, pressing the lightest of kisses to the corner of his mouth.