(Stand in the Rain—Superchick)

When all four archangels were away, whether on business, or on their own mission, Oren took control of the fledgling when she graced them with her presence in the Infirmary. Most all of the Virtues did, despite being warriors as they were, the were still healers on top of that. They were often left in charge of things when their Master had to leave for some time.

He knew that the fledgling detested being alone, a byproduct of self-imprisonment, so it was no surprise when Jeremiah turned up one night with the little thing perched on his hip cradling a small twisted arm mindfully to his chest.

"What happened?" The Virtue lead them to an empty bed, stepping aside for the Choir elder to set their shared fledgling on the bed, allowing her to hold onto the twisted appendage instead "I wish I knew the answer. She refuses to tell anyone what happened to cause such an injury. And when she refuses to do something it is hell to pay to get her to do so." Oren nodded in understanding, sharing a slightly exasperated glance between themselves, both knowing the stubbornness that could be wrought from this young one.

He motioned for another healer to gather a splint and bandages, and Esharial scurried off to gather what was needed from him, the Virtue Captain turned to look at the Elder once more "Are you staying with her?"

A saddened look crossed his features "I loath to leave her here on her own, but I fear that Sariel may cause a bit too much damage with her panicking if I do not return to reign it in. Honestly," he shook his head in further exasperation and Oren found that he did not pity the Elder in the slightest "She is still fighting an unseen war and needs to see the peace that has been built between us. Sometimes I can see why the fledgling avoids her like she's a plague of some sort."

Oren placed a hand over the Elder's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze "She will not be on her own here. We are all with her." Jeremiah nodded, reaching up to clasp the hand on his shoulder "I thank you, my friend." They shared another nod and he released the Elders shoulder as he knelt to give his parting farewell to the fledgling and turned to make his way through the dark back to the Pantheon. Oren gladly took the supplies that Esharial returned with, thanking him softly, and though for a moment more "Esharial, can I get you to do me one more thing?" the healer glanced at the silent little fledgling and nodded at the inquiry sent to him on the matter unknown "Can you fetch someone for me?"

"At once. Who are we seeking, Sir?"

The Virtue turned to look back at the fledgling once more, taking in her clouded eyes, lost in thoughts he was not privy to, and therefore unsure as to really help the matter that was being faced. Afterall, it was one thing to heal the physical damage, and another completely to heal the damage that had forced them to commit such an action against themselves.

"The Powers."

Esharial looked confused, if a bit more curious then so, and tilted his head "All of them?" he too turned to look at the fledgling in question of what could have been done that required the involvement of the Powers "Are you sure a mere break is warrant enough to gather them?"

Oren nodded, turning an inquisitive look to the younger healer "I did not ask out of wrong doing, if she will not tell us what happened, she will surely tell them. Both parties are quite fond of each other, she's known them longer than anyone else excluding the Archangels, leaving it more likely the trust is deeper then it would be to anyone else." He nodded once "Gather as many that are willing to come." The younger healer didn't look convinced on the matter, which was no matter in itself, the Virtue knew what he was doing and would trust him not to lead them all wrong while their Archangel was away so he nodded once and went on his way. The Virtue watched him disappear in the shadows of the night and turned once more the fledgling on hand, sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached for the injured arm, which she handed over without complaint, and he gave a soft apology as he pulled the bone straight again. The apology was for not though, as she did not whimper from pain, the little thing didn't so much as flinch, trapped in whatever thoughts had ensnarled her within their grasp.

"What happened, little warrior?"

Silence followed his inquiry, as he splinted the little arm and bound it with a wrap of bandages, the silence was to be expected as he was not considering there to be an answer. He knew just as well as Jeremiah had spoken, the fledgling was stubborn to her cure, and would not bend to the will of others if she did not desire to, even if that will was a mere question. Instead he secured the bandage and adjusted the splint underneath, wrapped her in a warm blanket, and waited for the young healer to return with his aid.

Still, he sat with her, the silence falling over then both, he watched her as she reached down with her good hand to scratch at her little foot and then curled back into herself. Oren sighed, scratching at his chin, and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as they waited in silence for Esharial to return.

A few of the healers turned in surprise at their entrance, not understanding what was bad enough that it required their involvement, but dared not question it and so they stared from afar as they approached the bed that the Virtue and fledgling sat on in a blanket of silence.

A hand on his shoulder had him looking up again, his gaze meeting that of the one who interrupted his silent contemplation, and he smiled at the relief that filled within him at Esharial's return and those he brought with him. He had, of course, known that the Captain would surely come at the call, but was slightly awed at the whole of them joining him.

Nisroc smiled down to him, hoping to ease his weariness, "What is the problem, Oren?"

He motioned behind him, the fledgling having twitched in their direction at the sound of the Power's voice, and the other raised a hand for one of his men to step forward to see to what was theirs. Titus stepped away from them, bending down to whisper to the fledgling huddled on the bed, and she nodded in return, lifting both arms to the desire of being picked up. The Power stood, taking her up into his arms, and turned away from them as he swayed from side to side in a silent effort to calm her.

Puriel and Abraxos joined them some moments later, whispering to her in hushed tones over their brother's shoulder, and she raised her bad arm silently for them to see the bandages. Puriel rubbed a hand over the top of her braided head and Abraxos gentle grasped the fingers that poked free from the bound casting.

Nisroc's eyes narrowed slightly as he took it in "What happened to the Baby's arm?" to which the Virtue shrugged "I was hoping you could tell me. She refuses to speak to anyone. Not the Choir elder, not me, I figured you would have better luck." The Power nodded "I will see what can be done. You know her stubbornness."

That gained him a chuckle, "It is legendary in these parts." To which a snort was received at the acknowledgement. The Captain grasped his arms in a squeeze and turned to take their charge up in arms, relieving Titus of her, upon seeing him coming the fledgling sat up straighter and reached for him.

He held her close, whispering down to her in the same hushed tones, as he turned them both back to the bed that had just been occupied. He sat them back down, leaning back into the pillows, and settled her against his chest. Her little fingers, of her good hand, curled into the dark blue tunic he wore, and the others gathered around the edges. They completely surrounded her, hiding both of them from the view of others, and Oren turned to move on to the next patient knowing that she was in good hands.

"What happened?" he brushed a braid back behind her ear and tilted her head up with a knuckle under her chin, she did not respond at first and though her head be tilted up she averted her gaze to avoid his, a gentle finger brushed down the bridge of her nose "Come now, you are among family here. Tell us what happened so that we may help."

Her eyes flitted up instinctively at the finger that brushed over her nose, and once their gazes locked, she could not look away.

"I didn't mean to."

"Didn't mean to what?" Puriel spoke up from her left and she turned to look at him "Did something happen?"

"Sorta…I was walking down the Axis, like I usually do, humming under my breath and minding my own, like I do."

They nodded in unison, they had more then once gone with her in gathering of new supplies and new clothing, it had been a mere few days ago since she had joined Titus and Puriel to look for new tunics as theirs had become thread bare.

"And then?" Titus spoke from her left too, a bit farther then Puriel, and she looked down at him too, her fingers curling tighter into Nisroc's tunic "And then I ran into 'im. He was mad 'cause I got his captain locked away."

"Who?" Haniel was uncharacteristically somber, the typically playful Power knew when the time to be serious was at hand, and coming to be made aware that their youngest member had met odds that ended with a broken arm, was most certainly one of those times "Who was angry at you?"

"Gzrel. He was mad that Theo was taken away."

"And he did this?", the Captain spoke up in silent rage, though not directed to the fledgling he held securely in his hold, and lifted the bandaged arm with tenderness "He broke your arm?"

She shook her head, leaving them confused and concerned, and turned to look up at the Captain "No. I did it. He grabbed me and tried to take me somewhere, and I did it breaking free, and ran all the way to the Pantheon to find Jeremiah 'cause the Pavilion was too far away."

Abraxos whistled softly in thought "That was some grip."

"Nis, it hurts."

Her soft whimper had them all focusing in, she was theirs to protect, as a member of their family and her pain was shared between them all. He pulled her close, curling the blanket draped over the edge of the bed around them, nodding to them all to send one to get Oren, or any one of the Virtues, and their Captain joined them a moment after Haniel had stepped away.

The healer handed over a small mug of thick looking juice, softly instructing her to drink it all, and smiled when his fellow Captain aided her in her drinking with a fingers guiding it upwards from the bottom, once she smelled the odd smelling mug of thick substance. "Drink it all, it will help with the swelling, and tone the pain." She made a face at the taste but took another sip with the guidance from the Power she laid with. He chuckled at each varying face of disgust she made when she sipped and reached for a jar on the side table "And perhaps, since I care for you so, some peppermint to help with the taste." She sipped at it again, with the added ingredient, and this time didn't need the urging to take another sip. Oren looked between them all with amusement, "I take it you will all be joining us on this night?" it was amusing to see the tiny fledgling surrounded by the deadliest of legions, they were truly such soft hearts when it came to the young ones they took under their care, and it amused him truly. He nodded in understanding when they all sat back in various positions for comfort and bid them all a good night as he turned to return to his other duties.

"We will visit this Grel tomorrow."

She nodded, as she finished her drink, and burrowed down into the dark blue tunic of her older friend.

Oren made his way back around to check on them a few hours later, as things started to calm down in the Infirmary, and he snorted as he reached for the blankets on a few of the empty beds around them. They had indeed stayed the night, falling asleep in various positions, but never turning away from their charge. He draped a blanket over both Puriel and Haniel, the two of them having fell asleep leaning back in their chairs, crossing their feet over the edge of the bed. One of Abraxos who had fallen into slumber along the end of the bed. And the last over Titus where he had fallen under in a similar position to the first two, on the right side, and stood at the end to see them all in their entirety again, chuckled to himself, and turned to ensure the others were asleep as well.