[ There's a long moment where Castiel looks deeply confused by the offered bowl. He doesn't eat. Angels don't require sustenance even when occupying mortal vessels. But wait, he remembers needing to recently for... some reason. Where is he? Not Hell. ]
That's right. Nanomachines. Okay. [ As wary as he is of this, it occurs to him that the gnawing sensation he's been experiencing for the past several hours is hunger. With great care he kneels again, lowering himself to the floor while trying to keep his upper body as still as possible. ]
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That's right. Nanomachines. Okay. [ As wary as he is of this, it occurs to him that the gnawing sensation he's been experiencing for the past several hours is hunger. With great care he kneels again, lowering himself to the floor while trying to keep his upper body as still as possible. ]