The warm water felt good on his skin. "I am not thirsty, but that water feels good to my body." Thaal said quietly. "Why did you ask my name? It seems that you don't care about who I am. As far as my wounds you can see for yourself." Thaal removed his shirt and revealed a body with many old scars. He had scars that were on top of other scars, and new scars that bled onto the old ones. Thaal extended his seven foot black wings very weakly, barely able to stretch them. Thaal looked at the ground again, his entire body pulsing with pain and agony. His worst wounds were internal, and he could feel himself getting weak and tired. Thaal felt pathetic needing help from an angel, but he was enjoying being near her. He realized that if he died by her side that he would be more satisfied with that death than any other.