I look down at you, a look of utter confusion on my face as I take in your teary eyes and feathered wings, trying to figure out how the hell you managed end up here.

You look a lot like angel, but...your wings are black, and the clothes you're wearing are completely withered. I guess I can try and break the ice...

"Uh...hey." I say, putting my hip flask away and offering you a hand up.