Jared fret over Milo, making sure he was uninjured, and helping to heal him if he was. Jared was young, and had to use holy water to help heal him. "I'm glad you made it out alright. I definitely will bare that in mind. If such a thing were to ever happen again I think it would be best to analyze things further before going in head over heels." He gave Milo a reassuring smile and sat next to him. "Is the angel alright? Where is he? Do you know?" Jared had always been the youthful questioning kind, always curious and wondering.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Samuel settled once he realized he couldn't move his arms. There was panic and fear in him as he tried to gather his bearings. But Ryan's voice was soothing. Sam's head turned to his voice. "I..." he hesitated, then grimaced. "You probably know what I am," he said. The glamour just hid his wings from human eyes, but Sam could feel them there, still bound heavily. "Where am I?" He was still afraid. All the smells, all the sounds. There were so many beeps and bells and ambient noise. It was so unlike Hell, which had been deathly silent but for his screams and the sinister voices and the blood....He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. It helped. But then he sensed it. His eyes flew open and fell on Ryan, though not quite precisely there. He could see his aura, see the purity. But it was tainted, like his own. He bit his lip. "You...Are you Fallen?" he asked quietly. The fear kept creeping in. Had Michael sent him back to Hell?