"Please come out little one."
They had been at this for nearly an hour, after having seen her bolt into their garden and crawl into a hole in a large oak tree, and they had followed soon after when nothing came chasing her inside. Not that much would dare chase their fledgling into their garden, it was a right suicide mission at its finest.
"No!"
"What happened, little one?"
"No!"
The gate to their garden snapped shut again and they turned over to see the young messenger walking up the path with his master. Gabriel frowned at their lack of success in getting their young fledgling out of her hiding spot. Zaveriel stopped just behind Lucifer, leaning over the archangels head to see into the hole his best friend was hiding, "Yea no she's not coming out."
"Do you know what has her so frightened?"
He shrugged, "No idea. We were chilling in the garden with Haniel and she went to go get something from up in a tree and when she came back she just bolted."
Michael was the closest to the hole, and he leaned in to whisper softly, they couldn't hear what was said but it managed to make more progress then they had been making for nearly an hour. He reached into the hole and pulled their fledgling out. Akeela immediately curled herself around him, hiding her face in his shoulder, fingers gripping tightly to his tunic.
They watched as he stood, cradling the back of her head tenderly, rocking side to side to calm her quaking shoulders.
"What did you say that finally got her to come out."
"That I'd hold her."
They never did learn what made her bolt to the tree though, and it had worried them, but knew better not to pry. Try and force someone to share something they don't want to and they'll end up clamming up completely.