[Being hauled up in to a bridal carry by the angel, the Mithra doesn't squirm. Her body is feeling heavy and refusing to move.]
I'm... o...
[She trails off, her mind finally subcumming to exhaustion. If either needed a small hint of where the mage lived, her card key could be located easily, unless Castiel had her room number memorized.]
no subject
I'm... o...
[She trails off, her mind finally subcumming to exhaustion. If either needed a small hint of where the mage lived, her card key could be located easily, unless Castiel had her room number memorized.]