Samuel gasped at the brilliance of Milo's aura when his wings spilled out. "I guess if you're down here a lot it's almost natural to hide them but you should take care of them," he admonished in an almost teasing tone. It was still going to take a lot of time but Sam was slowly returning to his old self. He slid up to his knees. He was so exhausted, but he felt rejuvenated from the food and holy water. "I'm sorry I spilled the tea," he said softly. He reached out and gently touched Milo's wings. Smiling again, he let his fingers trail through the plumes. He was gentle but firm, tugging free the dead feathers and setting them aside. Michael had said that they needed to be burned, but that was the furthest from his mind.<br/><br/>He started to hum under his breath. He had a gorgeous voice, an angel of music and protection. It had been so long, and he was so happy. It took no quite awhile to preen Milo's wings, and when he was done singing, he spoke. "I was Michael's pupil. He was like a father to me. Well, not the father. He just helped me see and learn, but no matter how stern they were, he was, I loved all things. Even those who sinned I just...I had no room in my heart to judge or hate. I don't really think it's because I'm blind, either. I don't hate Isael, or Luke. I don't ever want to see either of them ever again and I'm terrified of Asmodeus finding me again, but I trust you. And I'm here, in a church, and I haven't gone up in flames." He leaned forward suddenly, hugging Milo from behind. "Thank you for saving me."