The day that the Prisoner was able to step out of the infirmary, they stood there waiting; Akeelah with a small handful of flowers and Zaveriel stepping about antsy waiting for his friend to step out of the infirmary a free man once more.
It had been a grueling wait as the council of archangels reviewed his case, mauling over their decisions, and going through everything there was to go through. The thought of reimprisonment had once been the center of tension among them, Raphael and Gabriel hadn't talked for three days straight, despite the fledglings attempts to get them too (it was only when they saw how distraught the fledgling had gotten did they finally start to speak to each other again) they ignored her attempts and avoided each other as much as they could.
Michael had locked himself up in his room for nearly the week following, only allowing the little fledgling entrance, as it was ultimately his decision on the fate of the brother in question.
Then the day came, and the verdict was passed.
Gadreel stepped out of the Infirmary, raising a hand to block the nearly blinding glare from the sun above, and met the smiling angels standing in wait for him at the steps. He walked forward to meet them, slow steps, small steps, and they waiting patiently never breaking their smiles.
Zaveriel reached a handout to him, "Welcome home."