The begin rebuilding their home after they get the fields in order, their Archangel helping clear away the stone and sift through the green grass for the broken shards of glass, their belongings still sit in the ashy pile at the entrance of their home and they stare at it in silence for a long moment, it's a sad moment, there is nothing left from what they had before, it had all been eaten in jaws of the fire on that fateful night.

Nisroc looked down at the little hand that slipped into his, the only thing able to bring a slight smile to his features being the small fledgling that returned to his side, she turned to look up at him and returned the smile in kind.

"Hello, Baby Power."

"Hi."

She turned to look at the pile of ashes, what remained of their belongings, and sighed softly "Sorry about your stuff."

"It is alright."

The fledgling shook her head "No it's not."

Akeelah tugged on his hand, stepping back, away from the pile of ash and he turned to follow at the insistent tugging. His eyebrows met in confusion at the bundled blanket that had been set down just behind her, turning a gaze of inquiry to the youngest member of their family, turning completely with her as curiosity won over on his mind.

The others turned to look at her sudden appearance, confused at the bundle she'd brought with her, and gathered in behind him as she tugged him over.

"I wanna show you somethin!"

"Yes, fledgling, you needn't tug so hard, I will follow."

She let go of his hand and knelt beside her bundle of secrets, Abraxos knelt beside her, tilting his head to the side in question "What have you got there?"

"Stuff."

The fledgling uncurled the edges of the blanket and leaned forward on her knees, but they all fell still, staring at the objects that sat in a pile on the blanket, their mouths falling open in surprise. They had all thought that everything they owned had been destroyed during the night of fire, and yet here they stood, staring at the goodies she had pilfered for her own.

She reached first for a singed book, the cover and pages crackled under her gentle grasp, but remained otherwise unharmed. The fledgling stood and held it out for the dark Power, Titus took it tenderly, holding as though anything tighter would break it to dust. An old book, a gift from the Messenger when he was younger, a book of stories that had once been read to him before bed, and he had kept it as his most prized possession.

"How..?"

Their fledgling smiled "I liked the stories in it. So, I took it before they could throw it in. I hid it in my robe."

Next, she picked up a smudged necklace, a star hanging off the middle of the chain, and she held it out to Haniel. The Power took it with care, staring down at it with wide eyes, having thought it was lost. It had been a gift from his old guardian before he had chosen his flock.

"Where did you-?"

Akeelah shrugged "I thought it was pretty, so, I took it."

He thanked her with a silent smile, tucking the object he held close to heart into a fist, and he pressed his fist against his lips.

She reached for another book, simple, slightly burnt at the edges, but otherwise unharmed, and held it up for Puriel. The Power's eyes widened as he took the book, flipping through the pages of the handwritten stanzas, little hymns that he had created deep into the night. He had thought it was surely destroyed with everything he owned, he had written the first ones with his old guardian, the Morningstar had even helped create some melodies to a few of them, and the Choir still sang them to this day.

"How did you-?"

"I grabbed it from the edge, cause I liked the flower drawn on the front, Jeremiah helped me with some of them. They're really pretty songs. Did you write them?"

"I…I did."

"They're really good!"

She lifted a bundled-up blanket from her stash, holding it up for Abraxos, and the Power simply stared at it. The blue fabric, weaved together by hand, gifted to him by his guardian at a very young age. He had kept it since his fledglinghood, curling tightly into it during the hard times, to remember a time that once was. He took it gingerly, curling his fingers into the soft thick cloth, holding it close in his arms, and buried his face in it for a moment. He had seen them throw it in, he had watched them, and as he unfurled it he saw the patch that had been woven in to mend the burnt side.

"You..?"

"I liked the color. It's really warm too, I slept in it a lot, it's really comfy. Jeremiah helped me mend some of the parts that got burned."

And then she looked down at her empty bundle, and Nisroc felt his heart clench tightly, despite being happy for his brothers at the return of those things that they held so close to their heart, it still hurt to know that his cloak was gone forever. He looked down at the little body that pressed to his front, elbows digging into his lower stomach, and felt his eyebrows furrow at the red bundle that was held up to him, the blanket that had been used to carry such items being returned to their rightful owner. He wasn't sure what he was meant to do with it, but as it was a gift for him, he took it from her hands without protest.

The blanket unfurled in his fingers, falling open, and he stared at it in shock.

He had watched it be dropped into the flames with his own eyes, and yet here it was in his hands, "How did you…? I saw.."

"I came back for it the next morning. There's some patches of different cloth, we tried to keep it red, Jeremiah helped me mend it again. It was warm and I wore it during the winter time and slept with it and stuff."

He stared at it, the cloak he had been given by his guardian before he had grown cold, as a gift for his choosing. It was his most prized possession, even over his personally crafted sword, this was the one thing that had hurt him the most when it had been thrown into the fire.

"You came back for it?"

"Yep. Jeremiah wasn't happy that I was here that night. He talked really mad for a long time. So, I came back to get it so he could help me fix it again." She kicked at the dirt under her foot "I was scared of you though, so I didn't try to give it back."

"I….We….We can never begin to thank you. You are truly the most caring fledgling I've had the pleasure of meeting."