[Castiel just stares back, as dignified as possible for someone laying on the floor trapped in a bedsheet. Again, though, he doesn't flinch when she attacks the fabric, trusting her not to cut him, even though he's not all that sure how much skill she has with a blade.
It seems enough, though, as he's soon freed. Thankfully. Sitting up, he brushes his hand against his hair curiously, apparently already over his sheets ordeal.]
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It seems enough, though, as he's soon freed. Thankfully. Sitting up, he brushes his hand against his hair curiously, apparently already over his sheets ordeal.]
It feels to be the correct length.
[He's nothing if not resilient, at least.]