Samuel let out a gasp when the warmth surged through his legs. He felt the damage on his knees become undone, and the pain in them became almost manageable. They weren't as broken as his wings, more just misuse and repetitive damage. He often feared he would never be able to walk again. More tears pricked his eyes and he bowed his head, reaching up to wipe them away. "I'm sorry for the waterworks. I just...This is the least they've hurt since I was taken out of that place. Thank you so much. You're really sweet." He offered Ryan a wide smile. He didn't really care what he was. Samuel had never been the judgmental sort, no matter what Michael tried to help him understand. It was part of what caused Isael to do what he did. Sam believed in actions more than heritage or appearances. A person's conviction, their beliefs, their motives. Even so, there was little room for hatred in Samuel's heart.<br/><br/>No, he loved more than anything else. He even cared for Luke, some, though it hurt him to know that Luke had betrayed his trust. And Asmodeus...well, he was more terrified of him than he hated him. Perhaps that alone was why he hadn't Fallen. There was no envy, no rage. He wasn't greedy, or lustful. Sure he was a little prideful, but what angel wasn't? They prided themselves in being God's messengers and warriors. Gluttony and sloth had no place in Sam's existence, either. "Sure. I don't know when Michael's glamour will wear off," he uttered. "I'm too weak still to hide them that way, but yeah, it's not fun pulling them back into myself. It was something I learned, but it's been so long and they're not..." he trailed off, not wanting to offend Ryan.<br/><br/>He let Ryan help him back onto the bed, resting until he was brought food and water. The smell was nice. "I don't need food, but thank you," he murmured, reaching for the water though. His hands were always slow and careful, and he used both to grasp the cup and check for straws or something. He wished it was purified, but it was still wonderful going down his throat. "The food smells good, but I never really indulged in such things before." He winced again. "I hope that doesn't make me sound petty or ungrateful. I can try to eat it if you'd like."