http://chantinellie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] chantinellie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] neutral_omens 2006-02-08 09:16 am (UTC)

Ellie smiled slightly at Crowley's valiant attempt to flirt. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing. They do say the truth hurts," she observed, concentrating as she ran her hands delicately over certain critical regions of his head, neck and torso, checking vital signs and searching for injuries that would make it dangerous to move him. "Sadly, they rarely specify who."

Satisfied that he was still essentially in one piece, if a sadly battered and abused piece, she sat back on her heels. "All right, cowboy, I don't think you're going to unravel if we try to move you back to the Manor. Healing isn't really my specialty,(1) but I can kill the pain long enough to get you there, if you want." She wondered whether she should warn him about the side effects, but given how loopy he was acting already, she wasn't sure it would make much difference.

She glanced over her shoulder at the approaching human's--(Human? Hmm. Not quite, it appeared)--greeting, then turned and raised her eyebrows inquiringly at Crowley, not sure whether a situation like this was covered by The Rules, or indeed, whether anyone actually bothered to follow The Rules around here anyway.

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(1) Which was to say, she could do it, and Crowley would probably find the process quite enjoyable, but it would almost certainly land them both in hot water with a certain Principality who shall remain nameless.

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