[Crowley watched her warily, moving back just slightly as she tried to sit up. He thought to help her, but right now, he feared she might actually fight him if he did such a thing while she had the strength to. He didn't miracle away some of her exhaustion onto himself just to have her waste that energy fighting him.]

Gave you some of your strength back.

[He answered truthfully and brushed the back of his knuckles under his nose, wiping the blood away. He looked down at it on the back of his hand. That was an odd thing. Very odd.]

I apparently can't take much of the strain from your body without it killing-- inconveniently discorporating me. No, I suppose killing is accurate here. No Hell for me to return to if this body dies.