Milo couldn't help the sigh of relief he felt when the other moved away from his face to other parts like his hair or ears. It wasn't that he thought himself unattractive but the lack of being able to even produce a smile had bothered him almost the moment his condition had started. He had always been rather serious and a bit stoic and he wondered if the old saying of your face getting 'stuck that way' was truly part of the cause. He could tell how much the angel longed for contact even though by all rights he should be repulsed from people after his ordeal. But Milo was a representative of the Lord's holy energy so any creative seeking cleansing would be drawn to him.<br/><br/>His hands offered faint comfort as he smoothed a hand over the others shoulder's trying his best not to touch any injuries that were still mending. "Isael... that name sounds familiar." He admitted his mind recalling that maybe it sounded like someone who had been cast out but it was hard to remember everything that happened. He had wondered about the color of his eyes and had figured he had a condition but didn't know about his ability to see what those couldn't. "I'm very sorry that happened to you... Alas, I'm not a soul healer so I have trouble mending such things. I'm much more equipped for war than comfort. A bit of a relic left over from time where war was rife with our kind but... you know." He let out a sigh knowing he often felt useless in times of peace, which morbid in itself as he didn't wish for it and yet it gave him purpose. He picked up a cup with water that he had diluded some of the holy water into. It would still function as needed but not as potent. "Please you have to drink this... and we will take care of your legs too."