"Sir?", the knock on the door had him looking up from the papers he was rifling through, "Yes Rosemary?", she smiled at the archangel and nodded towards her side, "There is a little one here to visit you."
He smiled at the implication and waved her on to invite them in, she nodded and stepped to the side, revealing the teary eyed fledgling that he so favored. She sniffled softly and rn around his desk to reach up for his lap.
"Rapha, I got hurt!"
"You did, did you?", he bent to lift her up to take her desired seat, "Let us see."
She held her little hand up, and true enough, her little palm was skinned red. The Healer curled his hand under hers, lifting it for him to see closer.
"How did you manage this, little one?"
"I fell trying to get a peach."
He hummed and reached over her head for a rag sitting precariously on the corner of his desk, and dabbed at the skinned palm and she whimpered again, but he was gentle and hummed away the soft sounds of pain.
"And what have we said if your going to fall whiling climbing so high?"
"To not come crying to you."
She smiled up at him as sweetly as she could and he smiled back, rubbing a finger over the bridge of her nose, wrapping a bandage around her skinned little palm.
"I love you big brother."
"And I you, little one."
"Thanks for fixing my hand."
"Always."