For some reason, but perhaps because of it, his wings weren't fully healed. At first he was terrified that he had Fallen, but he sensed the purity and faith within himself, but both Luke and Milo had reaffirmed it was just so much damage. They had re-emerged, but they were broken. The feathers weren't shedding, either, which was actually not uncommon or a sign of falling. His legs were also healing very slowly, making it difficult for Samuel to move around. Luke soothed and comforted him so much. It was unusual, perhaps strange, with his soothing kisses and borderline sexual advances in his attempts to help him, but nothing hurt, so Sam had a hard time believing there was anything malicious about it.<br/><br/>Milo helped heal him. But Milo...Samuel felt that the angel didn't want to be here. He felt that he was only here out of obligation, but why hadn't he left yet? When Luke had moved away for a time, he could feel Milo come closer. He'd memorized their auras, and the way they moved around. His question made Samuel frown. "I...I'm unsure? I find it odd that there's no holy water here. Has this church lost it's faith?" his voice was quiet, too. He didn't want question Luke's hospitality though. He ran his fingers over the pew in front of him; Sam had always been a tactile person before he'd been stolen into Hell. He never stopped touching things. He looked towards Milo's voice. "I don't want to sound ungrateful, but...why haven't you left?"