Jared's eyes widened. "That's extraordinary. What...happened to the Fallen we saved?" he asked, leery. He reached up to grab a rosary around his neck, fiddling with it, as if mentioning that creature made him uneasy. Given what had happened to Milo and the angel, it wasn't uncalled for. "What was the angel's name?" He wished he could see him, meet him. Perhaps their paths would cross again. He could only hope.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Samuel's eyes filled with light when Ryan undid one of his hands and lifted it to his face. Sam's hand was just a feather light touch, and he smiled beautifully, glad that this half-angel didn't shy away from his corruption. It took only a few minutes for him to map his face. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." He lowered his hand back down. "Hospital...I assume there are humans there? Can they see my wings?" He still didn't know that they were hidden by Michael's glamour, and he wasn't strong enough to recede them. Though that was mostly because they were still broken. As were his legs, after he had fallen to his knees in reverence to his past mentor. Then Ryan mentioned Milo and his eyes widened. "He's here? In Chicago? Thank God. He saved me. He saved me from Hell and he helped me heal, as best he could."