Jared clasped his wrists behind his back and rocked on his heels. He exuded some stress, but not towards Ryan. When he asked him, his gaze dropped. "Yeah. He's resting, but I'm sure he would love to see you. He's in the room down the hall, to the left." He reached out and touched Ryan lightly. "He's been through a pretty bad experience. I don't know when he'll recover, but don't that discourage you." Jared knew that Milo would heal in due time, and Ryan could possibly even help.<br/><br/>He gave Ryan a friendly smile, wondering if they could meet up some time. But Ryan looked like he needed something, so he stepped back and went to talking to the humans who worshiped their higher power. It was remarkable, how the faith could rejuvenate them. How these humans meant everything to them.