The scene was not one that they've seen before, it's new, as new as the ones they've taken into their tightly knit family, and they come to surround them and the poor soul they've decided to team up against.

A girl sits between them all, sitting sprawled on the floor, a bruise forming over her right cheek bone, and complete soaked to the bone.

Araton's crying softly into her arms, curled around a torn object protectively, thin shoulders heaving with her near silent sobs.

Beside her, Orion stands protectively, fingers clenched into tight fists and a fire burning in her eyes that they've only ever seen on a number of occasions. Gzel stands next to her, chest heaving for a breath, eyes sharp, and fists clenched tightly, muscles tense as though she's ready to strike out again.

Inca stands on Araton's other side, a bucket, that was once filled with cool water for the apothecary, now empty, grasped in his hands.

"What on earth is going on here?" Oren's the first one to make it to their side, coming to stand between Araton and Inca, eyeing the young healer sitting before them carefully, kneeling to get a better look at her split cheek. "Did you all attack her?"

"Araton, what's wrong?" Zed joins them next, coming to his young apprentice's side, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades. She sucks in a deep breath, turning into him silently, her shoulders rocking as she cries into his chest. He rubs at her back soothingly. "What happened?"

"Gzel, did you attack her?" Akriel comes to stand between his two girls, holding a cloth out for his brother to dab at the bleeding cut on her cheek, Oren thanks him and does as he intended to with the cloth.

The unstable angel nods, unashamedly, and raises her fist again. "She deserved it." Akriel heaves a sigh, patient as ever, it's rather difficult to rile his feathers. "Gzel, we've talked about this—" Orion touches a gentle hand to his arm, and he turns to look down at her, she shakes her head softly. "Ak, she tore apart her book." He scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion. "What?"

Orion points at the item Araton holds to her chest as tightly as she can manage. "She broke it. Gzel punched her because she was being mean to Ara. She tore her book, Ak."

The apothecary looks down to his little kitten, rubbing her back softly. "Is it true, kitten, let me see your book?" She inhales deeply, shakily, and slowly uncurls her arms from her treasured possession. It's in tatters, the pages dripping and torn, ink smeared from the soaking, the cover torn deeply. Araton looks up at him with the most broken of glances. "It's..It's ruined, Z…All my work….All that time…It's ruined." Another sob tears from her throat and he takes the book from her, pulling her back in, this time she clutches at his tunic as she curls close to him.

"Here." Constantine kneels next to Oren, dabbing the cut with some disinfectant, and curling a bandage strip around it to seal it. His Captain nods in appreciation and stands, turning to his own charge, Inca meets his gaze head on, refusing to back down in submission to the knowledge that he had done wrong, even if it was with the best of intentions. "Did you dump the water on her?"

"She came in really hot." He pulls the empty bucket closer. "I thought she needed to calm down."

Oren raises an eyebrow. "You thought she needed to cool down?"

Ephraim snorts, he'd flinched when he'd come to stand between Orion and Araton, the emotions coming from the distraught girl too much for him to handle and moved to stand at Akriel's side instead. "Good job, then."

"What is going on over here?"

They all turn to look at the new companion, the Archangel looks between them all with equal parts sternness and curiosity, he takes one look at Gzel's clenched fists and the young healers split cheek, and orders them all to his office.

Raphael sits behind his desk, looking between them all expectantly, he expects more from those he takes into his flock and such behavior against another one of their flock mates is not tolerated in any degree. Gzel's defiant, refusing to apologize, in the wake of his firm scolding.

"Oren, explain their behavior."

His Captain nods, gesturing to his apothecary and his small apprentice, she had yet to face him. Curled tight against her master and guardian, sniffling softly against his chest, it was the only sound she made. He turns his gaze to the other Virtue, and Zed nods, leaning forward to deposit the ruined journal on his desk.

The Archangel falls silent, reaching for the book, young Araton's most treasured possession. Her young life's work, the time she had spent meticulously working on it, the entire thing was completely ruined. He understood their anger now, undoubtedly at the one who had done such a crime, and he turned his attention to the soaked healer before him. "Ansiel, did you do this?"

She averts her eyes, nodding stiffly, and he hums deeply. "I am deeply disappointed, Ansiel, this type of behavior is unbecoming for a healer. We are meant to aid, not hinder, this is highly unacceptable." He sets the book down, turning in his chair silently, he stands for the shelf next to him, fishing out another book. The Healer holds the book out to his apothecary, knowing that his young charge was too distraught to let go and turn for it, Zed takes it into hand silently. "It is no replacement for the work lost in this poor choice of judgement, but a new journal is in order, you must keep up with the inventory, but you both are welcome to do what you must to rediscover what has been lost."

He turns to Gzel. "Next time, young lady, you tell someone." He points a stern finger at her. "You do not punch them."

She nods stiffly. "Sorry, big brother."

"I know you are, little one."

The Healer turns to his Captain's young charge. "As for you, young man, don't you waste perfectly good water in such a manner again."

"Okay."

He smiles at Orion, he can't very well scold her, she hadn't done anything.

Then he turns to their victim. "As for you, Ansiel, you are grounded to your dorm. You will come out for lessons, and then once they're completed, you will head right back for your dorm. Do I make myself clear?"

Ansiel sniffles softly at the scolding. "For how long?"

He hums thoughtfully, his gaze turning back to the broken little apprentice curled in her master's arms, as he whispers reassurances down at her, rubbing her back soothingly.

"For however long it takes her to gain back what you so cruelly destroyed."

"But—But that could take ages!"

He dips his chin, looking upon her firmly, and she hushes instantly as she averts her eyes. "Perhaps you should have thought of the consequences before you acted upon your poorly made decision." He nods to the door. "Go, young lady."

Ansiel sniffles miserably and turns, doing as she's told, and makes for her room.

The archangel turns to the little apothecary in training, reaching out to rub her shoulders lightly, she peeks out at from the privacy of her guardian's chest. "Little Ara, I am so sorry for what's happened, we will go through your book and salvage whatever we can."

"It's—It's ruined!"

He shakes his head lightly. "I know it seems like it, but you will find new things, discover things you've never seen before. It's not the most desirable of situations. But we will do everything we can to help you." He nods to his bookcase. "You are more than welcome to any of my journals, should need them, and I'm quite sure Zed would allow you to use his own."

"I would."

Araton sniffles softly, curling closer to her guardian, but gives him the smallest of smiles in return.

"We'll help you too."

She turns to look at the others. Gzel and Orion smile at her, Inca does too, and she returns their kind gesture.

"That's what family does."