Even though things weren't quite right Milo knew they were at least out of Hell and there didn't seem to be anyone around. He took those trembling hands between his own letting his wings encompass both of them. "My name is Milo, and I know you are Samuel, you have not fallen. Luke came to me and pleaded to save you. He guided us down where to find you and managed to make this happen." He gave the other credit even if he was still unsure of what exactly Luke was or how he was all wrapped up in this. Milo's face stayed still, not that Sam could see if it he tried but he tried to sooth the other as best he could even if he was not the best at anything tender. He was, after all, a battle angel and better suited for action than caregiving. "I don't know if I can rush this and expose to so much holy water at once might do more harm than good. You have been in Hell a very... very long time." He added not sure if Sam would even remember him as they wouldn't have crossed paths but he was also old and heard of the other going missing.<br/><br/>He took the bottle that he had and poured it over Sam's hand to rinse them of the corruption, blood, filth and dirt not afraid to get it on him as some angels might have. He had faced evil before and had come through unharmed due to his path and righteousness. "God did not forget you, he brought Luke to us to speak your truth." He said with as much conviction as he could since sometimes there was the kernal of doubt in his heart from all the things he had seen. He couldn't let it grow though considering it would mean saying goodbye to his white wings. "You must rest... I can help you up into one of the pews for you to lay down and sleep. I will watch over you." He promised that much as he didn't know the full story and was still feeling like the ground under his feet was constantly shifting.