"No, no" he rushed forward to pull the younger up from the floor, when he went down it would be a true trial to get back up again, "Don't do that." He grabbed onto the others arms to help him back to his feet "You do not need to do that." He helped with the struggle it took to get back to his feet, and then for the short trek back to the bed, guiding him to lay back down.

"I should—"

"You should be resting."

"I cannot rest anymore." It was stubbornness shining through, something that elated the other, it was a sign of growth and healing "I need to move."

"And, you can move when you can do so without fear of falling with your cane."

"But I can get out of bed."

Michael chuckles to himself, rubbing a few fingers over his cheek "Yes, you most certainly can." He gestures to his bare feet, "Do they ache?" his feet had been badly harmed during his stay in the prisons, there had been insurmountable damage done, and it had been by pure miracle that he retained his ability to walk, and they would readily admit that they were taking it as slow as one could, not wanting him to rush into anything.

The retired Sentry nods, and the archangel gives a soft hum as he shifts down the bed to pull his feet into his lap, his fingers are warm as they press into his arches, and he sighs in relief, the tension being pressed away by warm skillful fingers.

"Why must you insist on taking things so fast?" he dug the heel of his hand into the arch and stretched it as he pulled his hand upwards. He groans in soft relief, "I don't want to be bound here."

"You are hardly trapped."

"I am to this bed."

Michael huffed in amusement, turning to shot him a side glance, "Perhaps, you are confined to this bed. But it hardly means you are in as much danger as you were before."

"Doesn't it though?" Gadreel knows he is walking a fine line, he knows the look that crosses his features, but there is not much excitement he gets in being confined to a bed for most of his days while he heals from inflicted tortures.

"You think me to be torturous?" the fingers stop rubbing into his left foot as the archangel turns to look at him curiously, "Have I tortured you, 'Reel?"

"Always."

A single finger itches along the arch, and he lets go a bubbly laugh, tugging weakly at his captured foot.

"Is this a bit torturous?"

As the finger itches up towards his toes, the retired sentry gave a fledgling like giggle, and it makes the archangel smile at the sound of it.

"Mihicha!"

"Hush, I'm torturing you a bit." His fingers reach his toes and the laughter raises in pitch "These toes, these have always been my favorite." He pulled the toes back a bit and itched his finger up under the biggest toe, "They get you to the happiest you've been in such a long time."

"Whyhyhy!"

"Because you need to laugh a bit more." He looked down at his feet, looking them over closerly, "They're rather clean, so clean, in fact, that I may just—"

…

Lucifer walked into their villa, his little bubbly fledgling on his arm, and turned to look down the hall at the bright shriek that drifted from his oldest brother's room, and he grinned down at the fledgling "Wanna bet I can make you shriek like that?"

The fledgling shook her head, giggling, as she looked up at him with bright joyful eyes.

He chuckled lightly "I'll bet I can." He lifted the fledgling up over his head, her little fingers curling around his wrists "I'll bet if I lift that little tunic of yours and press a few kisses into that chubby little belly, I can get you to make that noise."

"Luci no!"

"Oh, I'm gonna!"