The little fledgling pressed a hand to her stinging cheek, her little eyes watering at the sting that covered her reddened cheek, she backed up a step into a set of knees. She looked up silently, eyes longing for someone to stand up for her, and her savior in armor smiled down at her with a gentle ease.
"Captain."
The new arrival was disinterested in the other, the one whom called his title, and he knelt to her instead, taking hold of her chin in gentle fashion to turn her face in the direction of the light to gain a better look at the print that was left on her cheek.
"Captain."
He heaved a sigh, "Castiel.", he looked up from the fledgling he was looking over, never lifting from his kneeling position, "I will be with you in a moment." He caressed the reddened cheek with a gentle warm hand "I am looking over a fledgling." He held his hands out for her and she nodded, stepping into his grasp, his fingers curling under her arms to lift her to rest on his hip. The others shifted behind him, as he focused on the fledgling resting on his arm, and she waved at them from over the Captain's shoulder and they waved back.
Puriel, the medic of their unit, stepped forward to caress her cheek, "Are you okay?", she nodded against his hand, returning his smile, and gave a small giggle when the Captain bounced her on his arm lightly "She is alright." He brushed his lips to her forehead, eyes meeting those of his medics, "Her cheek will sting for a bit, but listen to her giggle, she will be fine."
Nisroc turned to look at the one he knew who struck his fledgling, and behind him he heard the others shift where they stood, and he knew that their grips on their weapons tightened.
"You struck our fledgling, you strike us all, and we don't take to being struck too well."