[ He knows, but he can't do it right away. Not now, not with everything running through him and distorting all that he is.
Castiel looks up then, the air not so stifling and Seraphim's presence a strange balm on the pressure in his chest. He says nothing as he reaches out to her, palm hovering until he touches his fingers just over the hand covering her eye. His ability to heal has not been right since he'd saved Sam, but this-- He could do this. He can force himself, and he does, his grace eager to be put to work.
When it's done, he simply pulls away and looks at her one last time before there's a flutter of wings, and he leaves her there alone. ]
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Castiel looks up then, the air not so stifling and Seraphim's presence a strange balm on the pressure in his chest. He says nothing as he reaches out to her, palm hovering until he touches his fingers just over the hand covering her eye. His ability to heal has not been right since he'd saved Sam, but this-- He could do this. He can force himself, and he does, his grace eager to be put to work.
When it's done, he simply pulls away and looks at her one last time before there's a flutter of wings, and he leaves her there alone. ]