It was three days after the first, that the archangel started noticing the small items disappearing, and is was usually after the young messenger left him from their visit. He had started dropping by to visit after the battle at the gate, coming in with the same personality that his little friend did, bringing in with him the brightness that was missed when the little fledgling was out with the others.
It was also something that the Healer put a stop too almost immediately, leading him back into his office at the start of his next visit, closing the door behind him as he sat in the chair on the other side of the great desk.
"Why are you taking my things?"
There was no beating around the bush, and he gave him a careful eye as the young messenger slowly pulled the small notebook he'd snagged out from the inner sleeve of his robe and placed on the desk.
Raphael leaned forward on his desk, arms crossing, "Well?"
"It gives me a reason to come back."
It was not the response he was expecting to follow, and he took a deep breath, reaching to take the notebook back, setting it off to the side as he turned back to back to address the statement.
"What do you mean?"
"If I have your stuff then I have to keep coming back."
The young messenger looked down to his lap, fiddling with his fingers, and the Healer reached over his desk to turn his head back up for him to see into his eyes.
"You think you need a reason to come back?"
He nodded, staring into the archangel's eyes, "Well…. Yea…."
"Honestly, you were always so set in your ways of notion, even as a fledgling. You need not have a reason to visit other then I told you to."
Zaveriel smiled at the healer, "I guess…"
"You take my things because it amuses you too, don't you?"
"It's just so funny to watch you search around for it all confused like."
He tried to jump away when the Healers curled tighter around his chin, and he began to rise from his seat, "You think it's funny?", he stepped around his desk, "Let me show you something funny."