The knock on their door in the middle of the night had the four of them turning from their places at the table in confusion as to who would be out of bed at this hour, and what they would be out and about for at this hour.
Little Akeelah happily scooted over at the beckoning of her master, watching him stand from his chair to see to whomever was at the door, and turned to look at the Messenger when he straightened up at the voice that responded to the Morningstar at the door. It took a moment for her to place it herself and when she did, she gave a soft snort of laughter, and turned to take the mug from the distracted Healer's hands.
Zaveriel followed after him, as he led him back in, holding his arm at an awkward angle, tightly against his chest. He hears his friends laughter and glares at his friend where she sits at the Healers side.
"Zaves." The Messenger sounds so tired as he calls him out and rubs at the bridge of his nose, "What did you do this time?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
Zaves grinned, "I jumped from the top of the Aerie."
His master looked up at him quickly, the Healer groaning softly into his hands, and Akeelah laughed again.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because Akeelah dared me to."