[Once Ruby's arm is out, the glass obligingly floats in midair and presses against the inside of her elbow. Raphael takes the demon's elbow in a light but firm grip and makes a small knife-cut deep into a vein. She immediately leans Ruby's arm a little, muttering.]
Clench your fist.
[She keeps the vein from closing, the blood from clotting, and the blood flowing as efficiently as if they're at a blood drive, not a dirty abandoned grocery store in an apocalyptic wasteland.
As such, it doesn't take long at all for the glass to fill.]
[She does as she's told, and this really isn't quite as bad as she's expecting. She'd given Sam about the same amount of blood before, so as much as it pisses her off that she's being used instead of the other way around, it isn't something to put up a lot of resistance against at the moment.
When the glass fills up, she looks up at Raphael.]
[She ignores the question for a moment, pulling the glass away and swirling the blood around like wine.]
Yes.
[Without looking up, Raphael heals the wound and mends some of the toll of losing blood that Ruby would have taken. No need to leave the little stain more irritated than necessary, if this is to be a long-term arrangement.
[Well, that's nicer than she would have expected from an angel, and she tentatively decides she made the right choice in going along with this. It's clear Raphael doesn't like it either, so if it weren't necessary she's sure the archangel wouldn't bothering her.
And if something's necessary for an archangel, it's probably for everyone's best interests if it gets done.
When Raphael says she can go she almost does, but she sticks around for a few more moments to ask one more question.]
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Clench your fist.
[She keeps the vein from closing, the blood from clotting, and the blood flowing as efficiently as if they're at a blood drive, not a dirty abandoned grocery store in an apocalyptic wasteland.
As such, it doesn't take long at all for the glass to fill.]
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When the glass fills up, she looks up at Raphael.]
Are we done here?
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Yes.
[Without looking up, Raphael heals the wound and mends some of the toll of losing blood that Ruby would have taken. No need to leave the little stain more irritated than necessary, if this is to be a long-term arrangement.
How disgusting, to use her healing on a demon.]
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And if something's necessary for an archangel, it's probably for everyone's best interests if it gets done.
When Raphael says she can go she almost does, but she sticks around for a few more moments to ask one more question.]
How often is this gonna be a thing?