Kyle came walking out a towel hanging on his head. He looked at the angel and blinked studying her wings they looked to real to be fake. He made a fist and slammed his right hand into his open left palm and a mist was formed around it, taking his hand he put it over her wounds. The coldness seeped into her body and went to where she was injuried. He pulled his hand away and when her body warmed up she was fully healed. Happy with his work Kyle went to the kitchen and started to cook. He had his towel now around his shoulders, no shirt on and white silk pj pants on. He figure he wouldn't wake her up and just let her sleep it off but he couldn't stop thinking how real looking her wings was.