Michael took Reake into his arms as the other angel panted and shook a bit. He had to admit to quietly enjoying what he saw Kane do to the bastard that had just been torturing him. He is still pretty shaken but as a battle hardened warrior, he knows how to keep it together long enough to get to saftey. He picks Reake up, fully into his arms and heads out behind Kane. "Silvgan." He says quietly. "Silvgan is in on it. He had Ryan, I bargained for his release." The archangel says. Silvgan had sworn of the blood of their Father to release Ryan, and unbreakable vow. Still, he worried about the nephilim.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>Abbaddon hadn't gotten very far out when he felt Ryan plummeting toward the house at an alarming rate. Unfortunately he did not get back fast enough to prevent the boy from crashing. He landed next to Drake and assessed Ryan for injury, thankfully only coming up with minor wounds. "Oh thank god." He whispers again.<br/><br/>"It's okay Ryan, you are safe now. It's me, Abbaddon, and your Uncle Drake." He says. Not sure how out of it the yoyng man was. He picks Ryan up with ease and heads into the house, gently setting him down on the couch. "Drake, Reake keeps a special first aid kit in the kitchen cabinet by the fridge. Can you go get it please?" He asks softly. There is some cucumber water left on the table from the lunch he and Kane shared earlier. He pours Ryan a glass and helps him to sit up a bit to drink it. Poor kid.