Jared nodded. He didn't press further on it. They needed to find Samuel first before he could question more. "Rest. I will make sure you aren't disturbed."<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Sam let out a sigh of relief. But then his face twisted. "Yes. I was betrayed by another angel who was jealous of my blind devotion to all life. I was Michael's pupil, his...ward." He smiled fondly. "He saved me from where I was trapped with Milo. I thought everything was alright, but it wasn't." He paused. His head was spinning and he wasn't in pain. "When I was in hell it felt like centuries. But only one has passed." He shifted a little. His wings were getting crushed like this. "I need up. My wings are broken." He shook his head. "No. Michael must have dropped me off here. I don't think Milo knows I'm here, but it's nice that you know him." He wished he could go to him, but he knew Ryan wouldn't hurt him. He was safe here. Sam just didn't know for how long.<br/><br/>When Ryan helped him upright, he pondered. "I could try to pull them in but I don't know what shape they will be in afterwards. And it will hurt." Sam would just pray that he could use holy water to heal them and his legs. "That way I can rest my legs." Though he still noticed that he wasn't hurting as badly. It was a curious thing.