It was a normal day, too normal, and it had him on edge. Things were playing out too nicely, too quietly, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before something hit that proverbial fan. He tasked himself, waiting for that other foot to drop, with watching his final year class tend to their patch and go patients, critiquing softly as he did, watching them as though this were a test for them.

It was.

But they didn't have to know that.

"Raph?"

The voice behind him made him cringe internally, this was it, this was the other shoe dropping, and he turned to face the one that had called his name. His second oldest brother stood there, looking unsure and worried, a tad angry, but more worried then anything. On his hip sat their shared little fledgling, she was looking down, refusing to meet his gaze, and he knew immediately that something had happened. These two were his shoe dropping, the trouble that was to come and disrupt this too perfect day, he knew it then and there.

"What can I do for you?"

The Morningstar looked down to the fledgling, "Someone has something to show you." The fledgling looked up with wide pleading eyes and he shook his head firmly, causing her eyes to be cast downwards again, and she reached down to lift her robe up to her knee.

Thus was the cause of her recently obtained desire to be carried around everywhere, and he was quick in rushing forward to see the damage that had been wrought to the teeny little leg.

"It's broken, rather badly too, and it's turning blue." He turned a stern eye in her direction, and their gaze met, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, "How long has this been left unattended."

"…"

"Speak up, fledgling."

She winced, burrowing back into her masters shoulder at his tone, "Four days."

"Four days!" he stood quick, taking her chin in hand, he was careful of her wounded leg, but this was unacceptable "Why didn't you come to me immediately!?"

"I didn' wan' you to be mad."

"I am mad." He guided his brother over to an empty bed, motioning for him to set her down, and she whined as her safety was taken away and was left to the mercy of the angered Healer. "You should have told me immediately."

He washed his hand in a basin and knelt before her, her leg stretched out on the large bed, he was able to lift the robe away and get a better look at it. She cried out when he poked at it, turning this way and that mindfully of the break of the bone, and he offered a soft apology as he did, though it offered little comfort.

"The break is not clean, the bone needs to be realigned." He turned to look at the Morningstar, "Hold her still." The little fledgling seemingly did not like the way of that statement and tried to crawl backwards with her good leg, whining at the implication of what it meant was to happen. Tears spilled from her eyes when the Morningstar stepped behind her and wrapped her back up against his chest, his bristled chin rubbing against her ear as he nodded to the other archangel, and the Healer gave a nod in return.

He grabbed both sides of the break quickly and yanked them apart, knowing with the eyes of an expert that the bone snapped back together, and the fledgling in question screamed loud and agonized. A sob burst from her chest, followed by another, and another. With the bone in place, he reached for three planks of bamboo, setting them around the leg; one on either side and the other in the back, and a swath of bandages to wrap the leg in.

Her sobs still rocked her little shoulders, clutching at the Morningstar's arms around her as though he would protect her from anymore pain, the Healer hummed softly, as he was wont to do as he worked, and made quick in mixing some warm water and valerian root, pouring it into their equivalent of a human's 'sippy cup' he handed it over to the small fledgling as he sat on the bed in front of her.

"Hush now, hush little bear, you're alright.", he brushed the spout of the cup to her lips, and like a small fledgling would, she took to it quickly, suckling from it as if she was a small newborn hatchling again. Her sobs slowly calmed into deep breaths as she downed the drink. "Some warm valerian root will help ease the pain."

Raphael lifted her chin with a gentle finger, her eyes meeting his over her cup, "Never keep something like this from me again, understand?"

She nodded, both hands curled around the cup, little fingers gripping at it tightly, suckling from it greedily. They both smiled at the young fledgling, it was at these times her age truly showed, those facades built faded and she desired to be coddled, something they were more then pleased to dote on.

"It's like she's a newborn hatchling again."

"She's barely 7 Eons old." They smiled at her as she drank contentedly, whining when it started to run out, and the Healer left them for a moment to mix more for her to down again, "Hardly out of those years and yet so strong."

He rubbed a knuckle under her chin, "You did great, little bear." Reaching forward with a cloth to wipe her face clean, wiping the tears away, moving the cup ever so slightly to rub at her nose, and then over both little heated cheeks, all the while not disturbing her drinking.

The Morningstar cradled her closer, tilting her back into his shoulder, mindful of her leg.

"Do you want her to stay?"

"Just for the night," Raphael shook out a blanket to cover them both with, "I want to watch her to ensure nothing comes from her decision to leave it to now to seek help."

"I do apologize." The two archangels' eyes met, "If I had known I would have brought her sooner."

"I know." He sighed, "It won't be the last time she hides this from us."

He chuckles when she holds her cup up to him, eyes desiring more, "How about some mint this time?" She doesn't seem to care what it is so long as she gets to drink it, so he mixes mint and chamomile and hands it back, brushing a finger down the bridge of her nose, "You truly are a hatchling sometimes."