By the time the Angel--now fully Angel again--appeared, the vampire's eyes were red with tiredness, his skin pale, but he was so relieved to see Samandriel again that none of that mattered.
His jaw had dropped when Samandriel appeared, wings and all, looking unharmed and...changed somehow, and not just physically.
He stood up from the sofa, awkwardly, regretting not having showered, but then he smiled in relief and crossed the distance, hesitating only a moment before he placed his hand on Samandriel's shoulder, squeezing lightly.
"You came back," he said, somewhat awed by the angel's divine presence. "I wasn't sure...I hoped."