"Hey Ori."
He looks up from the files he's reading at the call of his name, and the voice that calls it, smiling in greeting. He closes the file, clutching it in one hand, as he opens his arms welcomingly. "Hey, you little scamp, I haven't seen you in a good while." His new companion giggles lightly, curling around him tightly, wrapping their arms around his chest, pressing in close to listen to his heart beat, and his arms wrap around them just as tightly.
"That's 'cause you never visit anymore."
"Have I truly neglected you, baby sister?" He pokes her side lightly, she giggles again, leaning away from his hand as best she could manage. "We shall rectify that immediately." She pushes lightly against his chest when he pinches at her hips. "Orhihi stohohop!"
"I'm just making up for lost time."
She finally manages to shove away from him, smacking him in the stomach with the back of her hand. "You're a jerk!"
"I'm your big brother, I'm supposed to be." He laughs softly as he pulls her back in, refraining from torturing her this time. "Are you staying out of trouble, Ia?"
"I never get into trouble, Ori." She smiles into his shoulder. "I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Right, and your friend doesn't give the Captain of the Powers a heart attack at least once a month."
"She's adventurous."
He rubs his fingers between her braids, scratching lightly at her scalp, and she sighs in comfort. "Right, that's what we're calling it, I'm sure he has other words he uses to describe her escapades." He kisses the side of her head lightly. "We're only lucky you're not as 'adventurous' as your little friend is."
She pulls back, smiling up at him cheekily. "As far as you know."
His eyes widen, and she laughs softly as she dances out of his grip before he can dig into her side again, and he lunges forward playfully. "Oh ho, are we keeping secrets, now?" he reaches for her and she jumps back again, laughing brightly. "Tell me about these escapades you go on, why don't you."
"Nothing bad!"
She jumps around to try and turn in another direction, but he catches her in time, wrapping his arms around her lower belly, burrowing into her neck. She shrieks brightly, bending forward, trying to curl in on herself. But he follows, bending with her, and she shrieks again when he shakes his head. "I'll be the judge of that, I think."
"Orihihihi!"
He chuckles as he pulls away, straightening them back out again, and they sway from side to side lightly. "What brings you to see us, baby Ia?" She leans back against his chest. "Are you in need of help or healing?"
The teenager shakes her head. "No. I just haven't seen you guys in a while. I missed you."
"Who's the one who knows she's allowed to come visit when ever she wants and yet never does?" he smiles down at her from over her shoulder. "Oh, I know, it's you."
"I don't want to get in the way. You guys are busy."
"That's nothing but nonsense and you know it." They sway around, her pressed back against his chest, and his arms wrapped around her protectively. "You're always welcome here. We all adore you and you're the one thing your dad holds above all else." They watch the Infirmary work around them. "You know you're always welcome, we may be busy, but we'd always make time for you."
"You guys are the best."
He kisses a spot under her ear. "Only for you." She smiles, leaning her head against his arm. "Do you want to see your dad?" The teenager nods, and he raises an arm, pointing towards the other side of the Infirmary, just across from them, and she stands up a bit higher, on her toes, to spot what he's indicating. "He's over there, I'm not sure what he's doing, but he'd make the time to see you."
She leans up, standing on her toes again, and kisses the curve of his chin lightly. "Thanks, Ori."
"Always, Ia." He pokes her belly playfully and she giggles as she jumps forward out of his embrace. "Stop by later and we'll continue catching up on that missed time."
She smiles at him, shaking her head, jogging away a few paces when he lunges forward again. He laughs as she jumps forward, away from him and his grasp as much, as much as she can manage. The Virtue winks at her as he returns to his files.
The teenager wanders across the Infirmary floor, smiling and waving at familiar faces as she passes through, and as she grows closer and closer she spots him. Kneeling at the foot of someone's bed, examining something on the sole of their foot, so deeply immersed in his work that he doesn't notice her coming.
Not until she drapes herself over him, her arms curling loosely around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. He chuckles lightly, reaching up to squeeze her arm softly, turns ever so slightly to kiss the undercurve of her cheek.
"Hello, my little Iaso."
She kisses his cheek in return. "Hi, daddy."
The archangel nods to the healer hovering at his left side, standing back to his full height, his daughter hangs on as best as she can, giggling in his ear when he lifts her off her feet gently. She drops after a moment, back to her feet, and he turns to greet her properly, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"Not that I do not love you coming to visit," he pulls away after a moment, holding her out at arm's length. "But you never call me 'daddy' unless you've done something foolish that you know I will not be pleased with." The Healer squeezes his daughters shoulders warmly. "So, out with it, my troublesome little daughter, what really brings you to me?"
"I just wanted to come see you, daddy."
"Right, and if I were to look you over, I would find nothing wrong." He gives her a scrutinizing look. "Wouldn't I?"
"No?"
"Iaso."
She looks down quickly. "I think I sprained my wrist."
He gives her a particular look and she tries for a smile, the sternness fades away at the gesture and he shakes his head fondly, turning to guide her to a bed. He sits her on the edge, pulling a chair around to sit before her, and holds his hand out expectantly. "Let's see the damage."
The Nephilim teenager hesitantly lays her hand in her fathers, and he gently guides it over, lifting her sleeve with a gentle ease. He hums as he examines the bruised appendage. "Most certainly sprained. The bruising is deep." He strokes a finger over a particularly deep one and she flinches. "How did you come about spraining your wrist?"
Iaso giggles softly, despite the situation, and he glances up at her as he binds her slim wrist. "You don't want to know."
He nods. "Alright, promise that it won't happen again?"
"I promise, daddy."
"Good girl." Her father holds his hand out for her and helps her to her feet. "How about we go say hello to everyone, we've all missed you quite a bit."
Iaso curls close into her father's side, Raphael curls his arm around her shoulders, and she leans against him as they step forward.
"Daddy, will you get back at Ori for always picking on me?"
The archangel chuckles, kissing the side of her head. "Of course, darling."