A/N: It's certainly fun to use enormous and obsolete words, but I still accept prompt suggestions for future drabbles.
Disclaimer: So not mine. Just my arrangement of words. With some help from a proofreader.
With one last heave of his great wings, he veered down to the balcony waiting below. He landed heavily, weighed down by the girl hanging limp in his arms, and could only stagger a few steps before he crashed against the doorframe. Pain shot through the wing pinned by his side, and he sucked in a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and shoved off to take her inside.
When he laid her down on the bed, relieving his exhausted arms of their burden, the tension throughout his body gave way and he slid down to the floor, his temple dropping against the mattress as he slumped over. She would wonder how she had made it home, why she had slept on top of her blankets with her shoes on, but that much could not be helped. She had seen enough already to guess.
After a minute, she disturbed his rest with a tiny groan as her consciousness began to return. He sank a little further down, then released a long, controlled sigh. He had to hurry, before anyone caught him.
At last he rose, careful not to brush a wing against her as he moved. A wisp of a white feather lay beside the bed and he picked it up, then spun it between his fingerpads before glancing at Harada-san. She had kept a feather before, but she could have no such token this time.
He tucked the feather into his pocket and slipped to the open door. A faint midnight breeze stirred another feather into the room inch by inch, shed when he had crashed into the doorway. Two more had skittered across the balcony, and all he hid away in his pocket.
Gently, he guided the door shut behind him, sealing her away from him. She had no right to go any further into the dark and twisted world of the Hikari and their artwork gone wild. He would give her the blessing of forgetfulness, in time.