in a reverie he had felt strong and slender arms hook underneath him , and he was dragged from the rain to a place that was warm and full of healing , and though he could not wake he felt their ministrations , the owners of these faces with white light behind them saying `` no , not yet youve work to do , you cant come home yet , '' and so he let them clean his suit and tend his wounds and place a strong-fragranced poultice of wild herbs on his forehead that instantly relaxed him , and then he sank into even a deeper sleep in which even none of this mattered , save for the remembrance that they were some of the sexiest angels he had ever seen .