He knocks his knuckle against the door softly and peers inside, smiling at the mound under the blankets, stepping into the room quietly, kneeling before the bed lightly. "Aba?" He resists the urge to reach out and touch the mound. "Are you awake, sweetheart?"
The mound shifts slightly, a hand creeping out from under the soft quilt over her bed, fingers crawling over the mattress towards him. "Mmm."
"Can I touch you, baby girl?"
The hand reaches out for him and he takes that as his permission, curling his fingers under that little palm, he raises it to press his lips to the back of her hand. "Are you sleepy?" He looks over to the night stand next to her bed, eyeing the number of empty vials on the stand, from the looks of things she had taken one just recently. He turned back to her, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb, tilting his head with a sigh. "Was today a bad day, sweetheart?"
Her fingers curl around his palm and he takes that as his sign that it was indeed a bad day.
"Oh, baby girl." He kisses the back of her hand again. "Do you want to come with Puri while he leads his squad through their lessons?"
Her fingers tighten around his palm, and he takes that as her confirmation, and he kisses her hand again. "Can you come out from under the quilt?"
The mound shifts lightly, the hand becomes an arm, and the arm a shoulder. She crawls out from under her quilt and he watches her silently, waiting for her to do as he thinks she's going to, and she raises her hands for him to pick her up and he does just that. He curls his fingers under her arms and stands, hefting her up with him, settling her on his hip, an arm curled under her bottom. She curls her legs around his waist lightly, ankles only just crossed, arms looped around his neck lightly.
Puriel curls his baby sister's quilt around her shoulders, brushes a hand down the side of her head, and turns them towards the door. The others are all off doing their own thing, their own duties, and technically speaking it was his squadron's off day, but after quite a few brawls, it was in his opinion that they did not deserve their day off and thus he assigned them a day of lessons.
Abraxas had been left on her own, having taken her sleeping drought that morning and once more after midday rest, she would sleep through most of the day, or at least, until they all returned from their duties. But he had figured, if it was something as simple as lessons, he'd bring her with him.
He carried her out of her room, down the hall towards the lounge, and down the stairs towards the training fields.
"We've got to get some things from the Infirmary first, alright?" She nods, it's a small nod, the smallest of things, but it brings a smile to his face anyway.
Zed's at his workstation when they arrive, his little apprentice ducking under his arms for the ingredients on his other side, they wind around each other with a practiced sort of ease.
Ephraim and Oren are tending to patients at the other end of the Infirmary floor.
Constantine is folding tunics and trousers with Zaves.
Akriel's wrestling for something in Gzel's hands, he recognizes her immediately, she spends a lot of time with them on the training field. Nisroc has been teaching her some new hand to hand motions.
"Hi Puri." He looks to his right at the sudden greeting. Orion smiles up at him, they talk sometimes, she's a quiet girl, but they have good conversations when they're able to. "Hey Ori."
"Did you need your supplies refilled?"
He nods over his charge's shoulder. "I do."
"Okay." She steps up passed him. "I'll get it for you. Does Aba need refills?"
"She does."
"Okay."
The medic watches her go, Akriel is making his way over to them, wiping his hands on his vest. "How's she doing?"
Puriel rubs a hand over his baby sisters back and Abraxas mumbles softly, nuzzling into his shoulder gently, settling back down in the next moment. "Today wasn't a good day."
"Did she take her tonic?"
He nods. "Just after midday. She's been sleeping in her room since last night, Abe had to leave to see to the guards with Titus, I thought I'd get her out for a while."
"Good." The specialist nods, looking her over, gently pulling her bandaged hand down to examine it and tighten the knot keeping it in place. "She'll have quite a few bad days for a bit, but you're all doing a great job, just make sure to keep her with you."
"She's a light weight." He nods down to his sleeping sweetheart. "We carry her around with us normally now."
Orion returns, coming to stand next to Akriel, and holds out a satchel for him. "Here you go."
"Thanks, Ori."
She nods silently, looking up at her guardian inquisitively. "Did I finish my chores?"
Akriel nods, stroking a hand down the back of her head. "You finished your chores." He nodded over her shoulder. "You can go." He peered over his shoulder at his other charge. "And, take your sister with you, she's getting too mischievous at the moment, she needs to work off some energy."
"I do not."
They turn to her as she approaches. Akriel smiles and pats her cheek. "You are too."
Gzel sticks her tongue out at her, allowing Orion to take grasp of her sleeve, and tug her away from them to meet Araton at the apothecary's station.
Puriel kisses the side of Aba's head. "We'll take our leave, too." He reaches out with his free hand to squeeze the Virtues arm tightly. "Thank you, again, Ak."
"Any time," he pats the Power's hand lightly. "Buttercup means a lot to us." Abraxas reaches out for him, and he catches her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "You take it easy, alright."
"Pu'i 's com'y."
"Puri's comfy?"
"Mmmhmm."
Both Power and Virtue share a chuckle. "I'm glad to hear it."
Akriel smiles at her, looking back up at the Power. "So what are you two up to today?"
"Well," he holds up the satchel. "We had to get some refills on our supplies." And rubs at his little girl's back again. "We're going to give some lessons today."
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"Sir, why are you carrying a girl?"
"Because she's sleeping stupid."
"Donavon, don't call people stupid."
"Sorry, because she's sleeping, idiot."
"That is not what I meant, and you know it."
