Samuel offered another small smile to Luke. Even filthy, Sam was radiant, exuding warmth and hope. He did the same thing to Luke as he had Milo, though he hesitated a little more. Luke's features felt familiar, but he couldn't place why. All he knew was he felt drawn to him. But he also wanted to be near Milo. When Luke picked him up, Sam blushed again. It was humiliating to be in this situation, to have to rely on others for help, but at the same time Sam felt immense relief.<br/><br/>"Thank you," he said to them both, sensing that he was moving past Milo. He was shaking with exhaustion, and tried to hold himself up in the tub. His back ached from his wings healing. When Sam was set into the tub, he let out a groan. It felt wonderful. Hot, but not scalding, with scents that soothed every part of him. When Luke asked if he could help, he looked towards his voice. He hesitated a moment, then nodded. "Please. I'm so tired." Honestly there was a good risk he would fall asleep in the tub. "Could you talk to me? Why did you save me?"