The hours that went by were equally exhausting and excruciating. He didn't know how much time passed, though it was nice that he was never alone. Ryan and Jared provided their support when Milo slipped away. Eventually he could feel himself falling asleep. He felt more cleansed than ever. Samuel knew it would take more time, but he had healed more. He was able to stand on his own, though he was shaky with exhaustion. Leaning down, he fumbled for the drain plug. He'd been left alone a little while. Jared came in to check on him and inhaled sharply. Samuel's wings were out, the glamour gone, and the feathers were an odd mix of black, white and gray. Samuel turned his head. "What it is?" he whispered, his voice hoarse and barely audible. Jared came forward and reached in to pull the plug. "I think Milo will be best to explain. You did well though." He touched Samuel's arm lightly, then turned on the shower head. "Here," he said, grasping Sam's hand to guide him. "This bottle goes in your hair. This one you use to wash yourself. I thought you might like to?"<br/><br/>Sam smiled at him, then tipped his head back. "This feels wonderful. Thank you." Jared withdrew to go get Milo. Sam's wings were still a little broken, but it was nice that otherwise he was mostly healed up. He was exhausted and it was hard to stay upright. Sam slid back down to the tub, just letting the water pour down on him, washing away blood and tar that had remained. He'd likely need help bathing he was so tired. After Jared retrieved Milo, he went and got the tea, cookies and chocolate and set them in Sam's room, then went to make an actual home made macaroni and cheese.