Sam stilled at the comment. He was tired. Yet he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment that it all stopped. He bit his lower lip and nodded. Rest was a better idea. He closed his eyes to pray, then smiled. "I can speak my prayers again," he whispered. So he did. He spoke them, and felt holy energy surround them both. It was soothing and nourishing. It seemed to intensify what was already in the church. It was what had kept his soul pure even when his body had been corrupted. Sitting up, Sam gripped the blankets and slid under them. He let out a deep sigh. "Thank you," he breathed. When Milo laid down next to him, Sam turned and put this arm across Milo's chest. His wing followed, putting them both in a protective cocoon. He was asleep within seconds.<br/><br/>Samuel slept for a long time. For the first time he had no nightmares. Twelve hours passed, and surely Milo would have had to go do other things. Sure enough when Sam awoke, he was alone. But he smelled food nearby. He sat up slowly, relaxed for the first time since he'd been brought out of hell. The best part was that he was fully healed. Well, minus a little weakness in his limbs. Sam reached out for the food, which had fresh sliced fruits, cheese, and crackers. No meat, though Sam could not bring himself to eat animals. That just seemed... wrong. He nibbled on the food while he tested his wings. They were weak, too. But he felt so replenished. He wondered if he could see Ryan again. Sam would like to thank him. After a little while, he stood, letting his hands guide him. He found clothes as well, which was nice. He dressed with a little difficulty, but fortunately there were no buttons or zippers. Finally he emerged from the room, moving slowly on his bare feet so as not to trip over anything.