Fingers stroked through his hair, that was the feeling he woke to the next time consciousness came back to him, his head ached, it hurt to open his eyes but he forces himself to, he wants to see what's happening around him. He can hear movement, the rustling of robes and trousers and tunics, blankets and murmurs from sleeping patients, he wants to see it all. So he forces them open, forces himself to face what lays before him, and he flutters into wakefulness.
Golden eyes are watching him carefully, smiling when they make contact, "How are you feeling?"
He must have made a face because the Messenger breaths a soft laugh "Dumb question, I'm sorry, you gave us all quite the scare for a long while there."
Zaves looks down at his hands, swathed in bandages, and the Messenger followed his gaze "You got a bit of frost bite, there. But Raph say's it'll heal in no time." He nodded, weakly, against the archangels chest. Those fingers started petting through his hair again and he sighed in comfort. "You also took quite the knock to the head." He felt a slight tug on the bandages around his head, "But you'll be back to causing chaos again."
He looks up again, and the Messenger smiles down at him "Are you thirsty?" the young messenger nodded, causing the master to lean over to the side just slightly, fingers curling around the cup of cool water that lays on the side table, holding it up to his lips for him to take a sip. When the cups pulled away, he looks back up to his master with a question lighting his clouded eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere kiddo." Those fingers returned to his hair, running through, scratching at his head, "I'm here kiddo, I'm not going anywhere, I'm yours." He was gifted a weak smile for his promise, and rubbed a few fingers over his temple, "You try and get more rest, I'll be here when you wake up." The blankets pulled up to right under his chin, and those same fingers return to his hair, it's a gentle touch, soothing to the headache that was trying to wrack his brain.
Gabriel rubbed at his head, fingers threading through his hair, feeling the young one against his chest slowly drop back off to sleep. Nodding into his chest slightly, sighing deeply in relief as the stroking through his hair helped him in drifting back off to sleep.
"You too, baby brother."
A warm hand settled on his head and stroked down the back, and the Messenger looked up to meet his older brothers eyes, warm and caring.
"I will watch over you both."