"Okay, I have to go help people," he sets the small little bubbly toddler down on the blanket nearest his desk on the Infirmary floor. Little hands reach up for him, fingers flexing demandingly. "No! Daddy, up! Daddy!" He takes her hands, pressing his lips to her palms, and the little thing giggles excitedly. "You play with your toys, daddy will come back at midday, and we'll have a snack together."
"Daddy! Hel'! 'aso hel'!"
"You want to help daddy?"
She nods excitedly, little curls bouncing with the movement, and she flexes her fingers again. "Up! Daddy, up!"
He chuckles, curling his fingers around her wrists, he stands, lifting her up with him. She shrieks happily as she swings from his grasp, and he tosses her up above his head, smiling at her bubbly excitement. He catches her in his arms, the little girl giggles brightly, patting his chest with her little hand. "Let's go see what we can accomplish together."
She coos excitedly, her leg kicking softly around his front, and rests her head on his shoulder. He's taking this time he has with her this little for every moment he's allowed, cherishing every minute, he hadn't gotten to know the pride of his heart when she was a little girl, and now was his chance.
He makes his way through his Infirmary, looking in on his healers aiding their patients, offering his assistance where it's needed. His little girl rests against his side lightly, a light weight, and watches them all with wide attentive eyes.
"Daddy?" His little Iaso looks up at him, her curls brushing against his chin, and he turns to meet her inquisitive eyes. "Yes, baby girl?"
"Daddy." She points at her older brother across the way and he follows her finger. "Hel' Ori?"
"You want to help Oren?"
Iaso nods slightly, smiling up at him adorably, and he can't possibly say no to that little smile. "Alright, you can help Oren."
He turns in the direction of his Captain, as per her wishes, and though he feels bad for interrupting his Captain in the middle of a task, her wish is his command. Raphael calls out for him. "Oren." He looks up at the call of his name, his hands stilling in wrapping the bandages around the arm wound he was in the midst of binding. His confusion turned to adoration as he waved back to the small Nephilim sitting on his archangel's arm, and he straightens as he turns his attention back to his Archangel, tilting his head in question. "She wants to help you." He smiled when his commander nodded over to the little girl he held, she waved again, and he nodded, raising his hands for her.
Chuckling, the archangel adjusted his hold on his daughter, curling his fingers under her arms he pulled her out to dangle in front of him. She giggled excitedly, her hands outstretched and ready to go, and he pulled her back for a brief moment before he tossed her forward. The shriek she let out was one of excitement, as she soared over the poor soul laying in the bed between them, and landed safely in the arms of her older brother.
Oren bounces her a moment, smiling at her soft giggling, and leaned forward to brush his nose against hers. "You want to help, Ori?"
"Hel' b'g brot'a!"
"You are more then welcome to help big brother."
The Virtue nods to his Archangel. "I'll watch over her and make sure she gets her snack at midday."
He nods. "Much appreciated, Oren."
They part after that, and the Virtue looks down at the little girl, into her bright blue eyes, and smiles again. "Help me wrap these bandages around his arm?"
Iaso looks up at him with wide blue eyes. "Hu't?"
"He's got a big ouchie."
She nods, turning to look down at wounded angel sitting on the bed before them, pointing at the bandages he'd set down at the call of his name. "Hel'."
"Good girl," he pats her bottom lightly, turning her around as he kneels, setting her to stand between his legs as he settles in behind her. "Ready?" She nods, her curls brushing against his cheek, and he picks up the swath of bandages that he holds up for her. "We're going to curl this around the big booboo, okay?" She nods, her little fingers curling around the large swath of bandages and leaned forward to wrap the bandages around the stitched up wound. Oren smiled at her as she did her duty, resting his elbows on his knees, he watched her do so carefully. When she finished her swath of bandages, coming to the end, she turned to look back up at him. He smiled, kissing her cheek lightly, and reached around her to tear the end and tie it off. "Very good, baby sister."
He curls his right arm around her waist, pressing her back against him stomach, and stood up again. His knees popped as he straightened, he grimaced for the briefest of moments, standing in that position for too long would cause anyone some discomfort. "Alright, Cammael, no heavy lifting." He smiles when the little girl points her finger at their patient assertively. "Keep that arm clean to steer clear of infection." She puckered her little lips and wagged her finger at him. "And the bandages need to be changed in three days' time."
Cammael nods, thanking him softly, and then the little girl on his arm, and reached for his sword as he stood from the edge of the bed.
Oren and Iaso watched him go, and the Virtue looked down at his little passenger with a smile, one that she returned in kind. "Were you trying to be more assertive?"
"I'n'charge!"
"No," he wiggles his fingers into her side, and she shrieks and squirms. "I'm in charge. You're my little sidekick."
She tilts her head and smiles up at him adorably. "I coot si'ekick!"
"You most certainly are a cute sidekick."
