Never in his lifetime had Milo seen an angel in such a state and felt so powerless to help him. Maybe he was too far gone but as long as he held on Milo had to help him hang on. His wings extended as he burst a wind of holy energy and that simmered at any corruption in the room as Milo did the thing he knew might be the only salvation as he got down on his knees over the other and joined in the prayers trying to help channel some of the energy to help get him to some state of being. It was a dangerous prospect and might attract attention but right now he needed to act as a beacon as much as he could giving over the energy as gently as he could. It hurt him inside to feel the fear and suffering from the other as he channeled to take some of it onto himself. An angel usually had some talent for healing and accepting suffering in place of another and Milo could feel the burn and an extent of the damage as he reached out to touch Sam.<br/><br/>He knew he couldn't do the full job and they had to leave. He was getting tired and Hell drained him more than earth and he had to portal back up. This room was not a place any angel could heal even if he survived the trip and with the transfer of pain Milo realized just how far gone he had been and how close he had come to it all ending. If that fallen hadn't shown up... hadn't shown him. What Milo hadn't realized was that Luke had already put in work tweaking his portal device and when he reached to finally leave this place he put the compass like device on the ground between them they warped somewhere else. At first it looked like the church, he thought Jared had simply chose one he wasn't familiar with as he looked around as they were on the stone floor near the end of the aisle he looked around. The sun was shining outside and there was perfect silence in the building. It was angelic, and perfect, but something wasn't quite right. Milo turned his attention back to Sam, "Samuel, please let me help you please... if you need me to pray with you... please."