"Oren, what's wrong with your brother?"

The Captain of the Virtues looked up from his wound binding to meet the gaze of his Archangel commander in confusion, tilting his head to the side as he contemplated the words, and his eyebrows scrunched up together. "What's wrong with my brother?" He took a moment to think on it. "Which one?"

"Your youngest brother."

The healer looked confused even still, so the Healer nodded over his shoulder, to what lay to be witnessed behind him. Oren turned to peer over his shoulder, looking around for a moment, until his eyes came to sit on the figure his commander had been watching.

Sitting up in his bed, hunched over on himself, shoulders quaking.

"I can finish up here." God's Healer nodded to the distraught angel behind them. "Go tend to your youngest brother."

Oren nods in appreciation, setting his bandages down in order to tend to the one who most needed his help, standing from the chair he had taken, he wheeled it back out of his way, and cut through the moving stream of healers to come to the end of the youngest brother's bed.

"Hey, hey," he rubbed his head lightly, gently curling his fingers down under his chin. "Hey, what's the matter?"

The younger angel shakes his head, rubbing the evidence of his tears away as quickly as he can manage when his head is lifted, sniffling deeply in an attempt to calm his breathing.

His older brother's left hand reaches to stop him from wiping away his tears, the evidence of his distress, and curls his fingers around the smaller hand gently. "Don't do that, its okay to be upset, talk to me baby brother."

"Y—Y—You gu—guys do—don't stop—p anym—more!"

"We don't stop?" He strokes his thumb over the back of the younger's hand. "Don't stop to see you?"

The distraught youth nods. "I—I sl—sleep all al—alone no—now!"

"Oh, Zaves." He presses his lips to the back of his captured little hand before letting it go and reaches forward to curl his fingers around the back of his head. "You never said anything. We thought you didn't want us to stay with you anymore." He pulls the distraught younger angel closer, curling his arms around him comfortingly, and the little messenger curls up against him. "But if you do, we'll stay with you, all you had to do was ask."

"I—I wa—want you—u to—to!"

"Alright, alright." Oren strokes his fingers through the curls on the back of his youngest brothers head. "I'll stay with you. I'm not going anywhere." He leans forward. "Lets lay back down, okay?"

Zaveriel whines when his brother pulls away, tears coming back to his eyes, sue him for acting like a fledgling, he had no flock and his Archangel had left him, he wanted his big brothers to comfort him. Oren settles in on the side of his bed, pulling him down against his side, curling his arm over his shoulders. Zave's sniffles and nuzzles down against his chest, his hand clutching at his older brothers tunic just before his nose, sighing wheezily as fingers stroke over his cheek.

"You just close your eyes, baby brother, we'll take care of everything."

"D'nt go 'nywhere."

He shakes his head. "Your big brothers will take care of you, now."

Zaveriel nodded, only slightly, a sleepy nod.

"What on earth are they doing?"

Oren looked up from the file he had been reading, meeting the eyes of his Archangel first, and turned to peer over his shoulder. A grin slowly came over his features. And then he began to laugh.

He had promised his youngest brother that they would take care of him.

"It appears Ephraim and Akriel finished their rounds early."

"I would never have guessed that, Oren, thank you, truly."

Both Virtues sat at the end of the little messengers bed, one of their arms curled around one of his ankles, conversating amiably between each other, as they stroked their fingers over his captured soles. Zaves was curled up, his shoulders quaking again, clutching at the backs of their tunics tightly, as he laughed and laughed.

"You asked."

"If you give me one more cheeky comment, I will have you in the same position before you can even blink."

Oren choose that as his moment to turn and walk away from him and called over his shoulder. "Shouldn't have asked if already knew!"

Raphael raised an eyebrow as he came to stand next to his apothecary, Zed spared him a kind glance in greeting, and turned back to sifting through his ingredients.

"What is he doing?"

The Virtue spared him another glance, reaching down to rub at the leg that crossed loosely around his waist, and hummed in success when he found what he was looking for. "Sleeping. Please don't wake him up."

"I would never." He rubs a small circle against the messengers back, he mumbles in his sleep, rubbing his cheek against his older brothers shoulder peacefully. "How has he not fallen off yet?"

Zed smiles in amusement, pausing for a moment to shake his head. "I have absolutely no idea. I'm trying to not move too much lest I inadvertently make him fall."

His younger brother had hopped on his back as a joke, watching him bend over the table mixing together his concoctions, and had managed to find himself a position comfortable and stable enough to fall asleep.

"I could take him, if he is causing too much disturbance to your work."

"No, no." The apothecary shook his head. "He's a warm weight. And, besides, I'm just about done now, anyway." He set the filled jars aside. "No use the possibility of waking him up now. I'll make my rounds and put him to bed."

He was riding on another back, this time as the older angel walked through the beds under the flickering light the candles keeping the room lit in their glow under the night sky, peacefully asleep just the same as the other patients under their care.

"Constantine, why don't you set him down?"

The medic rubbed his hand over the leg under his fingers, standing once more from pulling the blankets up over his patients shoulders, not hindered in the slightest from the extra weight he carried.

"It's alright. He's making sure I stay physically fit." His partner hums deeply in slumber and nuzzles closer. "And, this is my last round for the rest of the night. I promised I would sleep with him, so we're going to bed after I finish up."

"Very well." The Healer turned to make his own rounds. "You all spoil him too much."

"As if you don't!"