When Zaveriel had come to her, and on the foundation of their friendship, to ask if she would stand behind her without giving much more of an explanation, she had agreed after only a moments hesitation. She'd asked only once what they were going to do, and he had told her it was important and left it at that.
Friends don't turn down friends when the come to you for help.
Because she doesn't have any weapons of her own just, yet they had to stop by the armory to get something for her to use. They pressed themselves against the cool stone wall when the Power stepped passed just around the corner and disappeared down the hall leaving them alone. Following the hall, peering around for anyone in the halls near the armory in the faint light of the burning torches on the walls, Zaveriel reached for the door handle of the weapons closet and turned it.
The door creaked softly as he pulled it open and he told Akeelah in hushed whispers to keep an eye out for anyone coming towards them, and she clutched at his leg peering down either side of the hall to keep a look out.
Her messenger friend told her stay with a quit gesture and disappeared into the large room for a moment, he gazed over the Power's chosen weapons and the training swords, bows and arrows, maces, lances, you name it he saw it.
Hanging on a peg in the wall was the leather belt that held the two daggers that she used with such accuracy, and he crept over to gather them up, slipping back out the door and clicking it shut before Akeelah could announce if she could have seen anyone.
He took her hand in his and pulled her in the direction to the exit, they ran as fast as they could across the training field, looking over their shoulders to see if they could spot any Powers in the overhanging stone dwelling that overlooked the fields.
"Zaves where are we going?"
Akeelah finally wrenched her arm free of his grip as they slipped through the crowds towards the gates, the memory of the scolding she'd gotten from her master when she had broken the hunters arm was still fresh on her mind, she had been bared from going with Michael to see the Powers and watch the training for week (at the eldest's bequest as she had harmed someone unwarranted) and she didn't want to not see her other friends for another if she could help it.
The young messenger finally turned to seemingly give her an answer, "Akeelah you remember my friend Gadreel? Right?"
She nodded "The one we got out of the prison and who Theo was hurting."
Her friend nodded in return to her verbal remembrance, "I heard that someone tortured him for information on Earth."
"Is it Castiel? Cause that sounds like something he'd do."
He nodded, "Got it one. We're going to go show him his error in judgement."
"I don't know Zaves. I mean I really don't like him, but I don't want to get in trouble again. He's not worth me not being able to have fun."
"I do hope for both your sakes that you don't follow through on this scheme."
They both spun at the voice from behind and were greeted by the sight of the Power that had managed to spot them as they slipped into the cave steps to make their break from the training fields. Raguel had his arms crossed, fingers tapping his bare forearm, as he surveyed the two younger angels carefully.
Akeelah was quick in jumping forward, "I wasn't going to! I missed you guys! I don't wanna not be able to see you again!"
"I believe that. If you give me back those daggers you pilfered young messenger, then I believe we can let bygones be bygones I your master will be none the wiser."
Zaveriel looked as though he was going to fight him on it but eventually, he begrudgingly handed them over. Raguel tucked them into his belt and smiled at them.
"Good choice. Come, we were heading to the garden, would you like to join us?"