"I messed up."
Is not how someone wants to start their day. It was supposed to be a day for rest and Gabriel did not want to go and fix something, let alone actually move from the warm patch of warm sunshine. Akeela was tugging at the end of her little robe nervously and he heaved a tired sigh.
"What happened?"
"Well Zaves said that Castiel had been mean to him because he refused to help him get one of the factions to do something and I think I broke his nose."
Gabriel stared at her in mild surprise, clearly not having been expecting that, and slowly sat up.
"What did he want the faction to do?"
Akeela shrugged nervously, "I don't know. I already don't like him and then Zaves said he was being mean and Zaves is my friend, so I punched him. I wasn't going to say anything cause I don't wanna go to the corner but its bleeding bad."
The Messenger pulled himself up and got to his feet, reaching out to take her little hand in his own, letting her lead the way.
"I'm sorry to say that you still have to go to the corner when we come back."
She gave a soft whine, "Would you believe me if I said I was just joking?"
"Not on your life."