Samael went to the kitchen to retrieve a damp cloth when Humility was resting safely on the bed, sidestepping the clusters of mess on the floor. He filled up a glass of water as well while he lingered at the sink, taking them both back into the bedroom.
He placed the glass of water on the bedside table and laid hands on the Virtue, numbing the pain before mending bones and merging flesh. It was a lot more difficult than it appeared, but none of the Lord's work was ever easy.
"You need to rest." The mind had to catch up to where the body was - and the mind was something the angel could not assist with.
Samael picked up the cool, damp cloth from the tabletop and dabbed it gently against Humility's forehead. Not all angels were the same, but in many ways, they actually were.
"I will stay until you want me to leave. I will be in your living room."