"It isn't a hindrance." Castiel responded quietly, also staring at the ceiling, though he looked down at her when she spoke. He was stressed out a bit at her state, mostly because it upset her, but he meant his words. He didn't find helping her to be an inconvenience at all.

"When I had my wings I could barely get through a doorway. I struck Sam with them on accident. And then, I began molting, and covered the house in feathers." That had been far more annoying for people to deal with than having to help someone who was blind.