He knew he was a big bad Virtue now, a feared warrior and a knowledgeable healer, one of the four legions, a fearsome figure to stand against. He was tough and rough and powerful.

And with all that in mind, none of it stopped him, when he woke up feeling less then himself, from slowly climbing out from under his blankets and padding across the hall, slipping into his older brother's room, and sliding in beside him in his bed.

The older Virtue woke slightly at the feeling of someone sliding in next to him, turning slightly over his side, uncurling softly, he peered over his shoulder at the younger angel next to him. His younger brother didn't seem to notice that he was being watched, as he curled down under the elder's blankets, nuzzling down into his pillow.

He turned over, tugging his younger brother closer, he snuffles softly and leans in close, rubbing his cheek against the older angel's chest. "Baby brother, it's awfully early for you to be up and about." He rubs a hand over his face softly. "The sun hasn't even risen yet."

"I don't feel good, Ori."

"You don't feel well, Zaves?"

The youngest Virtue shakes his head, nuzzling deeply into his older brothers side, clutching at his tunic with his free hand. A cool hand curls over his forehead from his right side and he sighs in comfort at the feeling, it's so cool against his warm skin, and he leans in closer to it. "You're a bit warm, baby brother." He turns slowly, from laying on one side to resting on the other, pulling him closer even still. "Let's get a few more hours of sleep, alright?"

"Mhm…'Kay…Ori."

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"Alright, I brought everything we may need; upset stomach, feverish, headache, lightheaded, you name it I got a tonic for it."

He wakes to the new voice, blinking groggily, rubbing a fist over his left eye as he sits up from the soft pillow he'd just been sleeping against. Zed smiles down at him comfortingly, sitting beside him on the side of Oren's bed, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead, then his cheeks, feeling for the warmth that emanated from the smooth skin. "Aw, baby brother, you've gone and caught a bug."

"I don't feel good, Z."

"So, I've heard." He strokes his fingers over the ailing angels cheek. "Tell big brother what hurts."

Zaves nods, leaning into the fingers stroking his cheek. "My belly hurts."

"Okay, what else?"

"My throat hurts, too." He coughs softly into his hand. "And my head." Then yawns softly. "And, I'm really sleepy."

Zed smiles down at him again. "Being sleepy is your body's way of healing itself." And pokes his nose softly. "But I've got just the thing for an upset belly, a headache, and sore throats." He hums thoughtfully. "And, a fever."

The apothecary turns slightly in his spot, for the table that sits there covered in little tonic bottles, sifting through his small inventory and picking what he needs from the stash he'd brought with him. Popping the cap off the ones he's taken in hand, he holds them out one by one, chuckling softly when the youngest Virtue eyes them wearily. "I know they aren't very appetizing, but they'll help you feel better."

Zaveriel nods sleepily and takes the first one, sipping it down carefully, making a face at the taste of it.

Zed nods approvingly as he downs the next, the one after, and the last. "There you go, it'll take a bit of a minute to kick in, but it'll help you feel better for a time."

The younger Virtue nods, rubbing a hand under his nose quietly, sniffling in deeply. "Thanks, Z."

"Anytime, baby brother." He rubs a hand over his curly hair. "We'll get you feeling like new in no time."

Oren steps up beside him, holding one of his tunics in hand. "We need to get you into a new tunic, you've drowned that one in sweat."

The young exmessenger sniffs again, leaning forward pitifully. "I'm sorry about your blankets."

He waves away the apology lightheartedly. "Don't be." He gestures for him to pull his tunic over his head and swaps out the one he's carrying for the soiled one. "It wouldn't be the first time you've slept in my bed while ill." Zaves slips his older brothers tunic on, its too big for him, and he rolls the sleeves up over his wrists. He's so short, he muses grumpily, as he sits there drowned in his older brother's tunic. Oren smirks at him, as if he knows what he's thinking, and he grumbles lightly at the expression. "I'd have given you a pair of my trousers as well, but, you don't even barely fit into my tunic, so I thought against it."

"I hate you."

"You can sleep in your own bed, then."

"I love you."

Zed snorts as he turns away to collect up the tonics he doesn't need. "That was quick."

Their Captain nods in approval, smirking still, Zaves would never change. "That's what I thought you meant."

He nods to himself though, stepping closer. "I would leave you up here to rest, but I want to be able to keep an eye on you while you rest, so you'll come down with us."

Zaves pouts, and he chuckles, nodding slightly once more. "You can bring my blanket."

The youngest Virtue seems appeased by that statement, climbing out of his older brothers large bed, tugging the blanket along with him, curling it around his shoulders as he comes to stand before his older brother. Oren smiles at him, curling an arm around his shoulders, pulling him around slowly, he feels the warm presence of Zed behind him.

"Ak and Eph made you up a bed already."

"You told them?" The younger looks up at the older with puffy nosed horror. "It's bad enough that you guys know!"

"Who was the one that came to my room last night, again?" Oren gives the expression of one thinking deeply as he leads them down the hall and through the lounge to the stone stairs that lead down to the Infirmary below. "Oh, right, I remember, it was you." He rubs at the back of his head lightly before settling his arm back around his shoulders. "You couldn't have hope that I would have kept such a thing to myself."

"You guys are so smothering!"

Oren stops them at the bottom of the stairs. "If that's a problem, I can take my blanket back and you can go rest all on your lonesome in your own bed, we don't have to care for you. Is that what you want?"

Zaveriel ducks into the blanket, sniffing miserably, trying to appear as pitifully adorably as he can manage. "No."

"Then quit complaining."

He looks down at the blanket he clutches so tightly. "Sorry, Oren."

Finds rub though his curls. "Don't be. I know your complaining because you don't feel well." He leans over to him slightly. "And, we would have taken care of you regardless." Zaves smiles at his hands, feeling warm and cozy pressed against his older brothers side, as he guides him to the bed they've made up for him.

There's an extra pillow there, fluffed up for someone to lay on, and an extra blanket folded at the end of the bed, draped over the metal frame. A jug of water sits on the side table, a cup already filled next to it, an oil lamp for when it's dark, and a few books to read for when he can't sleep.

Someone's waiting for them, their back turned in their direction, staring at the bed as though they're inspecting it for perfection.

He loves having older brothers.

"Hey, Ak."

The mystery person turns at the sound of his name being called, smiling at them as they approach, opening his arms slightly for him to fold into. Akriel's warm, not too warm, but warm when he presses his face to his chest. He rubs his back comfortingly. "I heard you weren't feeling well, Zavie."

"I feel bad."

He presses the back of his hand to his cheek. "I'd say so. You're burning up."

"You guys will make it better."

"Damn right, we will." He guides him around, leading him to his bed, and takes Oren's blanket for a moment, uncurling if from around his shoulders. "Lay on down, I'll drape his blanket over you." Zaves climbs in bed without protest, stifling a soft cough with his hand, dropping down to lay against the pillows in as comfortable a position he can manage when everything aches. Akriel does as he promises, shaking the blanket out, and lifts it to drape over top of him.

"You get as much rest as you can." He strokes the backs of his fingers over his cheek. "Call if you need anything. Or, at least, cough as loud as you can." He can't help a bit of teasing, even in this situation, he wouldn't be an older brother if he didn't find the opportunity as much as he could. Zaves glares up at him lightly, there's no heat behind it, there never is. "You're being mean to me."

"Never."

Zaves looks to their Captain. "Ori, he's being mean to me."

"I'll be sure to reprimand him quite sternly."

Zed snorts again, and he can hear the amused smile in Oren's voice, Akriel smiles down at him. "I'm terrified. I apologize."

The younger returns his smile. "It's okay, Ori, he said he was sorry."

"I'm quite relieved, baby brother."