It's strange, how familiar all of this is starting to feel, and strange, too, how she doesn't think it's really something to get used to. At least she doesn't have the uncertainty she did when it was her sister, and then when it was her mother. Though it's hardly better, she thinks it's gotten a little easier. About half the time, at least, that's the case, and she feels confident then that they'll be able to bring him out of this, that Marcus will be able to get through it. The other half, she's terrified. Marcus is the person she usually counts on for this sort of thing, and it isn't as if he can perform his own exorcism. She knows that, in his absence, she couldn't ask for any better people to be helping him, but it's still hard for him to be the one who's down for the count.

That fear is something she knows she can't let show when she goes into the room where Marcus is. So is the way her stomach turns at the sight of him. At least she's got all sorts of practice with this now, her composure even, arms folded over her chest. Her family has a history of kicking demons' asses, and being in a room with one, she's more impatient than afraid.

"Ready to give up yet?"