It was the fledgling who found the Gardener, the one who usually greeted her when she came to visit the Garden, with a gentle smile and a fresh peach on hand, she as the one that found him sitting on a stump with his head in his hands, so she hopped over to him carefully just in case he was lost in thought and she didn't want to startle him.
He did look up to meet her gaze when she touched his knee, "Joshua, are you okay?"
"I am fine, little peach thief, just a bit of a headache."
"You should sleep." She stated matter of factly, "Big bear always says to lay down when you get a headache."
"I would," He pat her cheek fondly and heaved himself back to his feet, intending to get back to work, when he stumbled over a step and nearly fell on top of the very fledgling that had tried to help him stay on his feet, "I must get back to work."
She shook her head, helping him sit back down again, "I'm gonna go get help." She pressed down on his legs as though to make her point, "You stay here." And she darted off for the entrance of the guardian before she could be stopped.
He buried his head back in his hands, the Garden was much too bright for him to do anything other than cover his eyes.
Gentle hands took hold of his own, and he looked up expecting it to be fledgling once more, and met the gaze of his old concerned guardian.
"How can I be of help, little chestnut?"
He decided, for the best of both of them, to be straightforward, "A headache. I cannot get it to go away."
"Where does it hurt you?"
The Healer was gentle as he took hold of his head, "To the back? Or to the side?"
"The front and the side."
"Symptoms?"
The Gardener sighed deeply, "The light is too bright. I stumble when I try to walk."
The Healer hummed lightly, pressing both of his hands over his charge's eyes, "When was the last time you slept?"
"I cannot rest." The Healer hummed disapprovingly, rubbing his thumbs over the Gardeners eyes, "Who else will take care of the Garden."
"You are allowed to rest." He tugged on his sleeve, "Come, up with you." He helped the Gardener to his feet, winding one of his arms around his shoulders, and he lead him from the Garden and down to the axis, "I will make you a mixture of passionflower and chamomile, and then you will sleep."
There was little he could now that he was in the Healer's hold but agree, and thus he did, "Where are we going?"
"I am taking you to my room," the Healer opened the gate to the villa and stepped inside with his passenger, "Where I may ensure you get the appropriate amount of sleep."
"In your bed?"
He smiled at the thought of it, he hadn't slept in the Healers bed since he was a small fledgling still holding on to the Healers robes as he walked about going about his duties.
"Where else?" Raphael squeezed his shoulder lightly, "I know you will sleep there."
He walked them into the Villa, nodding to the Viceroy and the Morningstar, playing a card game with their fledgling, and turned down the hallway towards the back bedrooms. Turning into the Healers, he helped the Gardener sit on the edge of his bed, and lit a soft candle, the light would be dim enough not to cause much pain.
"You," he pointed at his charge, "Remove your sandals and outer robes." Joshua did as he was told, sluggishly, but he accomplished it, and laid down in the bed without being told to. The Healer nodded approvingly, turning to mix up his concoction for his charge, and once he'd mixed it he turned back to hand it over.
Helping the other sit up, he held the cup to his lips and instructed him to drink, and he did so willingly. Humming at the relief he felt almost instantaneously, and the Healer eased him back down.
"Sleep, little willow, I'll watch over you."