He knew it must have been the start of a bad day when the little thing came running into his Infirmary, his name on her quivering lips, tears streaming down her reddened face, both little knees skinned completely red. He handed off the basin he held to a passing young woman and bent at the right moment to lift the distraught little thing up into his arms.
"My little bear, what's happened?"
Little fingers curled into his deep green tunic, "H'rts! It h'rts!"
"Let's see what the damage is, shall we?"
The Healer lifted her up to sit on a spare bed, kneeling to take a closer look at the afflicted area. It had been skinned, most certainly from a fall on something rough, perhaps the stone of the Axis that she often skipped down to visit all the ones she had made into friends.
"Can I see your hands too, little bear?"
His fledgling nodded, lifting her hands for him to see, and just as he had suspected, they too were skinned red.
"Did you have a bit of a fall, little bear?"
She nodded, sniffling miserably, and he leaned forward to kiss her nose, "Big brother will fix it. You give me just a moment." The Healer stepped away to gather what was needed; some disinfectant, some rags to clean up the mess, and some bandages to bind them in for healing.
He returned swiftly, bending back down to care for her skinned little knees, "This is going to sting, little bear, I will not lie to you."
"Big brother, no owies, no!"
"You know I would never give any 'owies' if I can help it." He looked up at her with gentle blue eyes "Hold onto my shoulder, little bear."
The fledgling leaned forward as she was told, fingers curling around his shoulders, clutching at the shoulders of his robes, bracing herself for when he presses the cloth of stinging disinfectant against her skinned knees, Raphael gives her one look of warning before he presses the cloth against the first skinned knee.
She whines pitifully, fingers curling deeper into the shoulders of his robes, her leg jolts a bit under his touch, so much so that he curls the fingers of his free hand around her ankle to keep her from moving too much.
As gentle as he can, he rubs into the skinned knee, clearing away any debris and getting to the fresh skin underneath, she jolts again "RaRa! Stop! Hurts!"
The archangel nods in sympathy, "I know, my little bear, we're almost done." He pulls the cloth away from the first skinned knee, nodding in satisfaction, and reaches for a bandage to wrap around it. Once that is nice and secure, he moved onto the next one, and she whines as she tries to pull her leg away from him before he can even think about disinfecting it.
But he catches it, rubbing a large hand over the underside of her calf, "We're almost done. Can you be brave for me, Baby Power?"
Rubbing at her eyes with the back of her left hand, she nodded pitifully, her grip on his shoulders returning once more as she steeled herself for the disinfecting of her second knee. He takes hold of her little leg once more, wetting another cloth with the disinfectant, and he presses it over the other little skinned knee. She jolts again, biting her lip to hold back the cry, but her little eyes fill with unshed tears. He makes quick work in cleaning up the second skinned knee, and binds it in another clean bandage, making much of the same quick work with the two skinned palms as well.
Akeelah sniffles, rubbing her teary eyes with her fingers, and he rinses his hands in a bowl of water and dries them with a large cloth. He is more then happy to lift the fledgling back into his arms when she reaches for him, letting her curl in close to him, fresh bandages around two skinned little knees and skinned little palms.
"What happened, little bear?"
She sniffled into his shoulder "I tripped, big brother."
"Did you?" he hummed softly, rubbing soothing circles on her back "You poor little thing."
"Will you make it all better, big bear?"
"Of course, little bear, always."