Their day consisted of going to the beach and simply relaxing, enjoying their time together on this day of rest, and enjoy themselves they did. The four of them packed a pack of fresh fruits and sparkling water to drink, and made their way to their destination, and this time they were joined by others.

The Power and his two charges. The Messengers Lieutenant joined them.

And once again, their Father ensured that the day was perfect, so that His human friends could join them.

None of them were thrilled on that one but didn't dare say anything against the matter to their Father.

Akeelah giggled happily, kicking the sand at her two friends, to which they kicked back with just as much vigor. Lucifer smiled at the sight as he sat next to his older brother on the blanket they had brought with them. The Prince had a fond smile on his lips, as though the sound of the fledglings happy laughter was a balm for him, and leaned back on his hands to bask in the warm sunlight.

"Akeelah, Paul, come" The Healer beckoned them to him "We must get you in some sunscreen before you burn."

Both young ones made a face at the thought of the thick lotion, but ran up to him as he waved them close, bouncing excitedly at the thought of all they would get to do today, and tried to stand as still as they could while he rubbed the lotion into their arms and faces. He helped pull the sweater off from over her shoulders, to rub them with lotion, and faltered only slightly.

He had known about the beating, of course, she had told them and they had witnessed what had been wrought from it. But to see the scars up close were another thing. They were white little lines, raised areas of skin, in stripes, that decorated her upper back like an abstract piece of art. He stared at them for a long moment, so long that it caused the fledgling to look back in wonder, and her eyes looked down over her shoulder and then back up to him.

"Rapha?"

The Healer shook himself from his thoughts, curling his long nimble fingers over her thin shoulders to rub the lotion in, "My apologies, got lost in thought." She nodded, and if she guessed on what he was staring at she didn't say anything on it, and waited for him to nod at his finish to run off and jump into the rolling waves on the shore. Paul turned at his gesture to spin and he reached to rub lotion on the back of his neck, stopping when his fingers rubbed over a raised line, about the width of his forefinger in width and ran from his shoulders up to his hair line.

Not wanting to be caught again, he took a slight breath, giving him a slight push forward to indicate that he was done with him and watched as the boy ran off to join his friend in the cool water.

Young Sashael was still too shy to separate himself from the Power for very long, and thus had taken up a spot just a few steps away from their set up, patting damp sand into a pile over his legs. Nisroc sat just those few steps away, watching both him and his other young charge enjoy themselves.

"He has a scar." They all turned at the Healers soft intrusion, gazing upon him with curiosity, as he himself continued to watch them jump in the waves, "Running down the back of his neck."

The Messenger hummed from beside him, "Zaves has one running from his right shoulder down to his left hip."

They all turned to look at him, even the Healer, "How do you know that?", the one in question's master nodded, "I saw it when he was taking his shirt off." He watched his favorite of messengers jump in with them, taking them both up by their waists and fell backwards into the water behind him.

Nisroc listened to their conversation in silence, turning to look at his youngest charge, watching him build his mound over his legs. And something caught his eyes, something stuck out against his tan skin, and the Power tilted his head as he tried to get a closer look to it.

"Sasha?" The boy looked up at him at the sound of his name, focusing on his guardian, he ignored the looks he gained from the others that sat with them, "What's this?" he leaned forward to run a fingers down the raised part on his left side and the boy shivered in ticklish fashion.

"Nothin bad."

"That was not what I asked." The young boy turned to look at the offending mark "When we fell I was sent to live with a human family." He shivered as though remembering something they were not privy to, "They were like Thaddeus. But more human."

It was a tad heartbreaking, before finding the Power, he'd had rotten luck with caregivers even on earth.

"You fell?"

He nodded, fingers curling in the sand mound over his legs, "We all did. There was a lot of light and screaming and burning. It was really hot. Someone hit me, or they tried to grab me, all I remember was being hugged real close and then there was a loud boom and I was dropped."

His guardian looked surprised, "Someone caught you before impact?"

"Yep."

"Who?"

Sashael pointed to the young messenger running around in the waves, "His friend did. He was really hurt. And he couldn't talk. He had strings in his lips." He smiled brightly at last "But I saw him again and I could say thank you."

The Power lowered his chin slightly, "Did you ever learn his name?"

"He said his name was Gadreel."