"But I didn' do it!", the fledgling struggled against the archangels grip, tugging on her warm with all that she was worth, dragging her feet behind her, anything to slow down the quick progress to the corner she was headed for. "I didn' do anything bad!"

"You stole my book, the one I've been working on for months, and then lie about it? That is not nothing."

Akeelah whined, trying to pry the fingers curled around her arm in vain, "But I didn'! I swear I didn'!" the protests fell on deaf ears though, as she was set in the corner, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on her back, the fledgling flushed, but ignored the embarrassment to spin back around and try to plead once more "Rapha I swear! I don' know where it is! I didn' take it!"

"Turn." His tone was harsh in return, stern and hard, and she hiccupped silently at it, eyes going wide at the sudden shift. Nodding minutely to herself, the fledgling gave up on her pleading of her case, and turned to serve time in the corner she knew she had not earned. Raphael heaved a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, and turned to return to his duties and tend to his patients that needed tending to.

Time passed quickly, the sun shifting across the sky, and he admitted later that he had simply lost track of time. The fledgling was only meant to stand in the corner a few moments, but soon afternoon turned to evening, and the archangel was pulled from his all consuming work at the tug on his robes. He turned to see who required his attention, and felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of his leather book in the grasp of little hands, Adoni looked ashamed as he passed it up "I'm sorry Rapha…I jus' wanta ta read it." He took the book softly, his fingers curling over the edge, nodding his head as he turned to look at the corner in horror. "You are the one who took my book?", the young angel nodded sheepishly.

Silently dismissing the young angel with a firm look and a wave of his hand, he turned to address his error in judgement, setting the book down on a vacant bed he crossed the threshold to meet at his fledglings side.

Akeelah had been silent this entire time, watching as her day passed by from the corner she had been sent to without warrant, and he felt guilt growing from deep with in his belly until it consumed him completely.

"Little Akeelah…" how does one begin to apologize for punishing someone for a crime they did not commit, when they should have listened when they were told it wasn't them, when they let anger cloud their judgement. The muscles in the fledglings shoulders tightened at his voice, and he nearly choked on his words when she refused to turn and look at him, her voice was soft, shallow even, when she finally spoke up in return, "You find your dumb book." He nodded, despite knowing she would not see it, as she refused to turn and look at him, it was the least he deserved after such a twist in judgement he had made, and then to simply forget about her standing here like he had, inexcusable. "I did. I am so sorry fledgling, that I did not believe you, I should have from the start." Finally she turned, her eyes duller then usual, and her tone flat as she responded, "Can I come out now?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Come."

But she skirted around his reach, his heart cracking straight down the middle as she did, and spared him a final look "Thanks." Before turning to make her leave, leaving him standing alone in the corner he had so unjustly placed her in, he had no doubt as to where she was going and just who would be on his case later.

And as he watched her back disappear under the setting sun, he knew he deserved nothing less.