"Oh, I'm just peachy," Gabriel said, his tone genuinely upbeat. Telekinesis. Maybe it wasn't Grace, but he still had something left. Not a coincidence. He sat up properly, groaning a little at the way his legs prickled, and finally re-registered the throbbing pain in his arm. He glanced up at Cabanela and smirked. "I'd offer to teach it to ya, but pretty sure you can't afford my price."

The archangel found the place where the cat had shredded his sleeve and swallowed hard with a grimace. Blood didn't normally bother him. Not even his vessel's blood tended to bother him. Except this wasn't his vessel's, it was his. And it did kinda bother him. Just not enough to stop him from trying to rip away the rest of the sleeve. "How're you doing over there, Doc?"