The afternoon went on without much excitement. Angels asked their questions and wished Sam luck, but eventually most became unnerved by Milo's lack of facial expression. Eventually the arch angel was free to do as he liked.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Sam shook his head, then realized Ryan wasn't there with him. "I am doing much better. It... The corruption isn't as strong. My wings and legs have healed. I wanted to thank you for helping me. But I'd like to see you again, whenever you have time. I'm not going anywhere." Not anytime soon. He really didn't mind, because through it all he was allowed here, in this church. Besides that, he didn't have anywhere else to go. He wasn't sure Milo and Jared would let him out of their sight. "And you?" He asked, closing his eyes. "Are you doing okay?" There was the normal Samuel. Always caring for others. Jared meandered about, and after Sam's conversation with Ryan, Sam moved to stand. "Jared?" He said, holding the device out. Jared took it with a smile. "Can you help me outside, please? I want to see the snow." It was a few more hours until sundown, but there was a soft glamour that averted prying human eyes from seeing the pure angelic nature. Jared squeezed his arm. "Here. Let's put some shoes and a coat on. We wouldn't want to to catch a chill." Jared got him into the warm jacket, boots, gloves and a scarf. It was the most he'd ever worn, but when Jared helped him outside, he understood why. He laughed in delight. "I'm warm, but it's so cold out."