Samuel was shaking, tears streaming down his face. He didn't flinch from Milo's gentle touch, but he desperately wanted to bathe. His wings grew more, though they still weren't at full length, and his legs hadn't healed yet. But the rest of his injuries had fairly healed up. When he heard the commotion he tensed up, pulling himself upright and scooting away. He could sense the wrongness, but he could also sense light. It confused him.<br/><br/>Then Luke was touching his face. The touch was so gentle he couldn't help but lean into it. He was so exhausted. "You saved me. You got Milo to help get me out." He reached out. "I...I'm blind, if you hadn't gathered. May I touch you?" There was almost a desperation in his urge to 'see' the man who had saved him. Milo was healing him, and Luke had gotten him out. "Don't be upset with Milo. I need to heal. I need the purity he offers." He lowered his head. "I don't suppose there is a way that I could bathe? I feel....terrible."